I was making soup while I cried. My boys were running around behind me, my husband working steadily on his work, and I wanted to throw the pan across the kitchen. “Why does this always happen to us?” I asked. I concentrated on the butter as it melted in the pan, disappearing into a yellowContinue reading “Two Years, Seven Months”
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The Reality of Being Poor
I used to hide my money in my socks. It was maybe the year I turned 10. Young enough to still receive mostly gifts on my birthday but also old enough to begin to marvel at finding $5 bills in a card from my grandma. I received some money that year, and I decided theContinue reading “The Reality of Being Poor”
9 PM, Marathons & Grins
I have chosen a tad bit of radio silence over the past week. Social media can be demanding sometimes, even silently, but I have been trying my best to shy away from it to protect our little bit of rest we’re longing for.
I used to play a lot of soccer back in my day. And by that, I mean I played soccer pretty seriously in middle school. I wasn’t too bad, you know, not exactly the star player by any means. But I really loved it. I planned to play throughout high school, too, but I gave upContinue reading “New Chairs”