Father’s Day has become awkward. Emails and ads are shoved in our faces for gifts we have no reason to buy. This day means so much, yet since Pops departed this Earth, we’re unsure what to do. It feels like we should be laughing more, loving more, the way we always had. Instead, I’ve found… Continue reading As lucky as a daughter
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The Road to Recovery
9 months ago I couldn’t drive beyond the safe comforting borders of my town without intense anxiety. For many months, just the thought of crossing a bridge to leave St Pete filled me with such paralyzing fear and discomfort that I would lose sleep. But this past Easter weekend I drove 3 hours with my… Continue reading The Road to Recovery
