Year-old Texts

I miss my Mom.

poignant

Pandora you wicked one.

Am I becoming well?

On a plane over the Pacific Ocean, I have an unfortunate juxtaposition of two opposite emotions when I think of Arno. I am more confident and trusting in this man than ever before; more than seems reasonable or rational. I am nearly certain of a future with him, I am on the edge of ready […]

Fresh air, finally

I am now free to try again to live up to my own potential.

Yay! A meaningless form letter!

It’s been a big cluster-* from the beginning.

Timeline of Foreclosure – 6

I don’t know what we will do.

Why today is better

All four seasons, baby! This place is awesome.

Morning in Spring

And as much as we struggle, this truly is a beautiful life.

Wind in the Gorge, Obama, and braces

Because the sun was brilliant, or maybe because we were out in the gorgeous gorge, we made a day of it.

End of an age

By the end of my thirties though, I am tired. It’s not just hard to live authentically; it’s exhausting.