To know me, Ranting, Becoming, Therapy…

Addy, my oldest, posted this on her instagram. I recognize this woman with the sunshine on her shoulders, reminding me of a Nanci Griffith song. And her ways were free and it seemed to meThe sunshine walked beside her” Tecumseh Valley by Nanci Griffith And I feel truly loved. Addy loves me. To be able to take a photo of someone and find their best … Continue reading To know me, Ranting, Becoming, Therapy…

Sat at my feet

I cried and cried as she sat at my feet. I tried to wipe the tears casually with my shoulder. My hands were unavailable. It was a manicure/pedicure. On her tiny rolling stool she was almost kneeling at my feet and I felt way too out of my element. It felt downright lenten. I am unworthy. She massaged my surprisingly shaven legs. I had forgotten … Continue reading Sat at my feet