Chronicles on how maneuver through life as a young widowed mother.
Forever growing.
Never who I was.
Who are you when you can’t relate to the woman you once were?
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Mercury is in lavender Gatorade again
Day 2,400
Huh. Hindsight. 🤫❤️
Day 1,521
Do you ever wake up to the sense that you were waited on? Whether it is self or another, your eyes flutter open and for a second you feel completely present mixed with arriving for a holiday embraced in joy. One of my favorite artists is Taylor Swift.I relate to her self reflection and desire … Continue reading Day 1,521
Day 1,461
Dave’s death day has been stalking me.Like a song stuck on repeat.Or chosen repetition.I’m never sure if I create my own black holes or if I do truly just stumble and fall within. I laid my hand on the tile again.It’s cold with droplets of warmth from the running shower.This feels so much like my … Continue reading Day 1,461
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