Threadbare

Tonight, as I toweled myself off after my shower, this old post popped into my head. As I looked in the mirror I saw tired eyes, hair that has not been washed since Monday morning (which is a new record, even for me. And no, Twin, it doesn't even look dirty) and I thought to myself, threadbare.  The real ...

Burst pipes, burst tears, and the craziest week ever.

There are times when I find it difficult to find the words to type. Other times, they just come pouring out. Like a flood. I write this post from a chair in my parents' living room, in my dad's XL sweatshirt, reeling. Tears are starting to form in my eyes. Like a flood. *** This week we had historic rains. When we ...