Thirteen years

I've shared this letter for three years now. An edit each time to reflect the one more year gone by. This time will be no different. For no other reason than to remind myself of how far I've come, a way to affirm that I am on the right track on this journey. And this…

C’est qui je suis.

Sometimes, the most basic of clich├ęs are the ones you can resonate with the most. Those little snippets of wisdom, dismissed for being a sentence about a moment you have yet to experience. Yet as I breathe in the uncertainty of all that is ahead, I now believe with everything I am that 'everyone comes…

A hand to hold.

It seems to take a sad event, an awful week, or even a life change to prompt me into writing.Almost as if I have to write about something shitty to justify all the good that is happening in my life. To make sure it is known that I am not bragging about how I'm happy…

100 days of

What feels like the new year. Yet we made it to pay day and hell, I made it with money still in my account; thanks child of mine that caught Covid over Christmas so I didn't have to go out and spend the wage sizzling away in the bank. I did buy three new pairs…