
The Control We Don’t Have (a poem)
I hear myself say it.“Oh, how I wish he’d let goof the control he doesn’t have.”And my heart is pricked.Because I know,that’s a word for
I hear myself say it.“Oh, how I wish he’d let goof the control he doesn’t have.”And my heart is pricked.Because I know,that’s a word for
I felt them coming. The tears. The ones that had been threatening to flow from my eyes all morning as we prepared to go to
Anxiety, that old beast. It looms heavy over my head and heart, making me feel paralyzed. It wraps its arms around my lungs and squeezes
I’m not great at a lot of things, but some people say I’m pretty good at planning. I planned my own wedding, I’ve planned over
A month ago, my husband dropped off our sweet dog, Ruby, to have surgery to remove her eye and replace it with a prosthetic. We’d
Have you ever had to choose between gasoline and food? I have. Have you ever had to overdraft your account to be able to eat?