Memories. Boxes of memories. Gathered items collected over the span of her life. Pieces of her life carefully placed in boxes and moved from house to house, as she moved from town to town. Pieces believed to symbolize moments of her life. Pieces believed to be made up of pieces of her. Pieces believed to define her, as she is today. Irreplaceable pieces. Year after year, more and more pieces were...
September 10, 2017 We’ve been home for 12 days. It feels good to be home, but it’s still pure chaos. Sleep is still eluding me. I just woke up from a dream that we were evacuating all over again…. *sigh* My heart and thoughts go out to all of those who are and will be affected by Hurricane Irma. I’m woken by nightmares more days than I’m not. Evacuations...
Kevin, being the awesome husband he is, planned to take the kids out to the park today after breakfast, for them to get some time outside before it got too hot and to give me a break. I figured once they left, I’d dive right into this blog and get as much writing done as possible. I mean, come on. No kids? Silence? What? Perfect atmosphere to get some writing done. (Instead of now, with...
