Impulse Vs. Intuition
This was definitely an impulsive, not intuitive, click.
I’m busy this weekend. And after browsing the judges’ bios and headshots, I felt my deep-South, middle-aged white-woman tethers tightening around me.
The Joy of Return
The page is a magic place where I can turn back time, I can recover the joy, even if for a few lines.
Spring Words Came
Words that heal.
Words that connect.
Words that remind us we are not alone.
Happy Birthday Blog to the One Who Broke the Chain
She didn’t follow a path her parents or ancestors dictated or mapped out for her. She chose her own. And she wasn’t afraid to pivot—sometimes drastically—when she hit dead ends or when the path didn’t fit. She would pivot with the curiosity of that toddler in the hallway, the tenacity of her kindergarten Pocahontas, and the precision of her high-school percussionist.
Happy Birthday Blog for Mom
Thanks for the backbone you gave this family.
Sometimes I picture the spine as a stack of cookies—ginger snaps, chocolate chips, snickerdoodles, oatmeal—layered strength, sweet and steady.
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