A Whiff of Nostalgia, a Gust of Hope
In the pictures I once painted of my future family, the barber shop was on my husband’s list of responsibilities. Saturday mornings, with the smell of sausage and syrup still lingering in the kitchen, I would wipe our son’s sticky…
Perfect Conditions
I wanted 85 degrees and sunny, with clear blue skies. What I got was 70s, sun peeking out of gray clouds, and an occasional rain shower. Yet somewhere in that space between vision and reality where disappointment is known to…
Manifesting Forgotten Dreams
When I moved into my new apartment, one of my girlfriends was excited to learn it was a loft. “Girl, you are living the dream,” she said as she swiped through photos on my iPhone. Soon after, another girlfriend confided…
