I can't remember the last time I was enough. Way back when, there were days when I walked through the world… full. Not like these days where every waking moment is filled with worries about what I should be doing? I should work out.I should do something with my face like the other women my … Continue reading enough

and then, the weeks blurred

The weeks following my great-aunt's passing were startling in their ordinariness. Or maybe turning back to the ordinary is how I cope. With no service to attend and no further instruction from my family members down south, I wiped my tears and turned my mind toward my controllables. And life, as it always seems to, … Continue reading and then, the weeks blurred