So many times. Too many times. More years than anyone should give-and lose. With each try, with each step the rungs on my ladder fell away. I tumbled down and landed at the bottom, albeit not the very bottom. There was always a subfloor. Sadly, the basement below always waited to greet me.
Read MoreFeathers. They are everywhere. Our chicken coop is adorned with a fluffy, feathered floor rug. How nice.
Making their way in all different directions are our seven chickens and Mr. Fancypants, our grey used-to-be-feather-clad rooster. Still, for my sweet birds, nothing else has changed. Despite this yearly occurrence, the pecking order remains in place; crowing and clucking sounds echo from the wooden walls of their coop, and I celebrate the few blue and sometimes peach-colored eggs they lay this time of year. Winter hovers over our yard with cold winds and sometimes even snow. Nature is in charge here.
Read MoreThe floor creaks. The child weeps. The walls hear more than anyone would believe. So much more.
Read MoreI spent a few hours this morning reading many Facebook statuses. I wanted to get a better sense of who we are and how we navigate through this challenging time. I now realize just how many hands I’ve held and souls I’ve stood alongside. I see so many shared feelings, horrible heartache, devastation, and defeat. But so much more conviction and courage. You see, that’s because WE ARE BRAVE-HEARTED SAVAGES! Who knew?
Read MoreI'm not sure if you are still alive. We haven't spoken in at least 5 years. But that's okay. That's what I needed. I've moved on. I had to. Because you abused me.
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