I don’t even know that I can make this about writing. Last night, we loaded everything from the apartment into a 20′ truck… and let
I don’t mean cutting bits. I mean adding them. The little finishing touches that really tie everything together. Today we begin the final stage of
It’s all gone to the birds. I’m sitting on my front porch, laptop snuggly on my legs – it’s a bit chilly out here yet,
This seems to be the theme of my life right now. I’m currently sitting in Mom’s Family Diner in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Four hours from home,
Recently my husband urged me to read a book. I was standing in the dining area of the apartment, surrounded by boxes and chaos. I
I’m standing in my new kitchen typing this on my phone. We are building hope here in a new home, and it’s a messy process.