The Lost Girl and The Wounded Woman


My mom brought me a stack of photos yesterday, that she found while cleaning her room. She was bringing them to me in general because they were pictures of me, or me with my Dad, that she knew I would want; but there was one picture in particular that seemed to drive her to show … Continue reading The Lost Girl and The Wounded Woman

Fake Pearls (A Parable and a Surrender)


I have two hours before I have to leave to go to the shop and get the last of my shop, and hand over my keys. The hub and the sub are sleeping, the kiddo is at school, and my mom is napping. So it's just the next two hours pretty much by myself. I … Continue reading Fake Pearls (A Parable and a Surrender)