The Way Home
It was a spring of superbloom across California. After years of drought, wildflower seeds that lay dormant finally covered the…
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It was a spring of superbloom across California. After years of drought, wildflower seeds that lay dormant finally covered the…
Continue ReadingKids grow up and move out. But while some people might look forward to an empty nest, I am not…
Continue ReadingThe sounds of laughter thundered down upon my shoulders, bouncing off the walls of the enclosed playground inside a local…
Continue ReadingTears streamed down my face as I pressed my hand into my best friend's chest. The sheer terror and adrenaline…
Continue ReadingSometimes I miss those days of innocence. Those days before the grief. Those days before our reality became a repetitive…
Continue ReadingI can gravitate between a noble sense of martyrdom, believing I am the best mother ever, and a nagging sense…
Continue ReadingI spent most of my life chasing this perfect woman who I could never be. Her name was Autumn. I can…
Continue ReadingI’m convinced, my neighbors must think I’m crazy. I’ve lost count of the number of times they’ve heard me raise…
Continue ReadingWorthy . . . we use this word often. We say this to ourselves and to people around us all…
Continue ReadingMy quiet time has been interrupted a lot lately. And truthfully, I’m growing really weary from it. I miss meeting…
Continue ReadingThe last thing I wanted to do that chilly spring afternoon was look up. The bright children’s gym was a…
Continue ReadingDear Nana, Somehow it has been almost two decades since the last time we touched hands. I will never forget…
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