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...
**Updated 03/2024 : A virus hit the site, this post was a victim. As I re-reading before re-posting, it felt incomplete. The post was originally published 5/24/18, Augustine was 3…maybe this was the complete thought then, but here’s the original + some...
It’s been about 16 months, and this is day one… I never wanted to stop writing or talking or really pause/end/halt/cease/take-a-break-from anything I was doing. Sure, things were far from perfect, but I was convinced that everything I wanted was just on the other side...
