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 yellow puddle. In my fury, I willed myself to concentrate on … Continue reading Two Years, Seven Months
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 the safest place to stash it would be a pair of … Continue reading The Reality of Being Poor
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 up on that soon after I began summer training the summer before my freshman year of high school. I remember my dad sitting me down and talking to me about quitting, that I shouldn’t just quit something “just because”. Which makes sense, you know? He cared and still cares a lot about my well-being, something that I am grateful for a tenfold. Continue reading “New Chairs”