2019 found me broken, crying in front of strangers, losing my temper with the plumber, and being told not to hear the test results alone. Ironically, my word for 2019 was GIFT. To Be Better and Stronger I chose that
I broke my phone. I didn’t even notice the tiny fissure snaking its way from the bottom right up toward the center. Someone else pointed it out to me. “Isn’t that a crack?” they asked without much care, as if
Tuneful Tuesday strikes again! You’re not alone. Do you ever get in a funk where everything seems gray? You can try to think happy thoughts, but mostly it’s just ughs and blehs. I don’t know, maybe it’s just
