Her face was red and wet with tears. Her fists were clenched and she was shaking her head spastically making her blonde hair flail around her head. She continued to whine and complain, but I could barely understand her words through her deep sobs. She was having a full-fledged meltdown. Baggage was to blame. No,Continue reading ““But It’s Not Like Last Time!”: Finding Joy in Unmet Expectations and Change”
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That’s How We Roll.
The grass felt damp and cold under me. The late summer sun was setting and the warm day was giving way to a crisp evening. I wasn’t prepared. My jacket was in car. I guess I’d need to adjust my thinking now that fall was fast approaching. It’s jacket season, Christy. Like it, or not.Continue reading “That’s How We Roll.”