What's that? Where have I been? Well...
A deeply personal post.
Flames dance thanks to exothermic reactions, a process that releases energy to its surroundings in the form of heat and light. So did she.
Not this time, life. You don't get to win this round.
Sometimes, we choose to do things not because they're the only way, but because they're the kinder way.
Today, a black friend of mine posted a picture of himself, unsmiling, in a restaurant - the owners of which had chosen to decorate the walls with pastoral scenes of slaves picking cotton. I'm sorry. But that's not enough.
My husband goes in for surgery in 12 days, and we are taking some time off.