Fall, You Fickle Bitch
I’ve been ungrounded. Flighty, perhaps. Finding it difficult to name, own, and process my emotions. When my husband is overwhelmed, he goes into productivity mode. When I’m overwhelmed? Full burrito mode. Hence, almost all of his belongings are packed into boxes and stacked in the garage. He has a plan. He’s making things happen. Me? […]
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