I snapped quick photos of your concentration, placed the phone down and watched your fingers move, how you dipped your brushes a little too aggressively, swirled through the orange like a hurricane then slapped on too many layers.
awareness for the what-ifs /
awareness for the things / you could never comprehend / so you spend all of your / precious time trying to
Does your brain ever feel like it’s on a carousel? ‘Cause mine sure does. Every. Damn. Day. Spinning in circles, everything lost in an up-down blur. You…… Read more “it’s a wild ride.”
I’m so sorry every day looks exactly the same. I’m so sorry for getting angry, so often. I’m frustrated. I’m lost. I’m anxious. But you are most…… Read more “Beautiful, Beautiful, Boy:”
One part of my soul. Mommy, am I going to die? Whew. Your four year old turns to you with pure, unfiltered fear in his voice and…… Read more “the trigger”