On a crisp autumn afternoon, sometime in my highschool years, I padded down the front walk to offer a hand to my dad as he unloaded groceries from the back of his green Ford Expedition. He smiled as I scooped up as many bags as I could, likely mistaking my laziness for ambition. I beat … Continue reading Fathers and Perfectly Placed Door Handles
When I was a little girl, I spent countless afternoons at my grandma’s house. Without hesitation, I’d eagerly tag along with my dad when he visited her to mow the lawn, water the tulips, or to simply enjoy a cup of black coffee and get a hug from his mom. “Gram T.” would pour us … Continue reading The Most Beautiful Girl in the World
There have been many moments in my life in which I have truly felt as if I do not have a purpose; that I am more a burden to the earth than a blessing; a feeling that my shortcomings far outweigh any contribution I could possibly make to the world. I'm not sharing this with … Continue reading Purposeful Pain
"...like a head cold on your birthday, unexpected and highly inconvenient, there it was..."
"I was tired of living, but I was painfully afraid to die."
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