My children are my second chance to have a great childhood.
Knowing that the scorpion’s injured doesn’t make its sting hurt any less.
No heroes. No villains. Ashes to ashes, we all fall down.
This story begins with me holding a grown-up’s hand.
Words only have power if you let them. When they were pointed at me, I let them.
The worst moments of our lives haven’t happened yet, but the best moments haven’t either.
Hi, Blog. I’m grateful.
My words made my daughter feel better, but they also made me feel better too.
Broken machines don’t give prizes. Broken people don’t give love.
This is not a metaphor. It really happened.