the terrible dangerous road…

the terrible dangerous road…

so here’s the thing… I live each and every day with a low-level anxiety coursing through me. It never goes away. sometimes it’s more of a babbling brook, and sometimes… it is Niagara freaking Falls. I am always, ever-aware of just how fragile...
Oh, time… you fickle whore.

Oh, time… you fickle whore.

Today I’m just really sad, and writing is always really hard for me when I’m super sad, because I pretty much just want to roll into a little ball and sob all day. So my biggest boy was here for a couple of days, part of a quick mini-tour of the US to...