I picked them up yesterday.
The words could barely be contained, spilling over like rain from a bucket.
Look at this! Listen to this! Watch this! See this?
Brown skin, from the sun and the dirt.
There is something so religious about being alone.
This week I have time to do so. Kids are away, husband is at work.
House is quiet and beckons me to filter through it.
I am writing this on the Fourth of July, and today I did something I didn't think I could do. I completed the Peachtree Road Race, a 10K.
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