writing
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The Anchor He Gave Me Was Never Meant to Hold
As I sit on his boat, miles from shore and surrounded by the endless blue of the Gulf, I’m overcome by the unsettling stillness of it all. While the boat is busy with a group of his friends fishing, enjoying the time together, and the excitement of the deep sea, I am caught in a Continue reading
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Why She Didn’t Ask for Help
[This is an entry I recently found in my Notes app on my phone. It was drafted one night after my oldest daughter had another rough phone conversation with her dad. I must have been writing a “Burn After Writing” journal entry as a letter to him. Things I wanted to type out and send Continue reading
Hold My Halo and Pass the Wine 