I keep moving a few feet in a different direction expecting to feel more comfortable there, and finding I still feel like I have electricity running across my bare skin. We are inches away from having our first real foothold onto our dream, and it’s crushing me. It’s...
I have a 45 minute timer set, and I’m cleaning Augustine’s room. It’s not just tidying-up. It’s the type of cleaning that is subtractive, the kind where some things don’t make the cut. Really cleaning. I have co-opted a bag for ‘trash’ – probably sized...
