I attend a cookie exchange hosted by a woman I have never met. Two year old Maj has helped me make chocolate chip cookies. I am nervous as we park the car and walk to the door. I am not good at making friends. I am not good at being vulnerable.
I hold the …Whispered fingertips
By the time I was 14, it was clear to me that my Mom? Was never going to get it together. When my parents were married, I often thought of my mom as another kid. That didn’t change after the divorce.
That period of time? In which my dad was out of the picture, …That Lonesome Road
This is me . . . letting go.
Of a friendship I thought would last forever, but which has turned out to be more fragile than I imagined. And the harm? Mostly my fault.
Mostly my fault and yet out of my control. If you have been reading along and paying attention, you know …Letting go