May{Be} I’ll Embrace the Purpose of Pain
The trowel rests still in my hand and I sit to rest my leg, the broken and healing leg that throbs throughout the day. My fingers feel the pulse in the place on my shin where they grafted new bone...
View ArticleThe Day We Were Leo Tolstoy and Indiana Jones {digging through depression}
“Come see the hole I’m digging!” Nikko burst through the back door while the pasta boiled and steamed on the stove. “A hole?” “Yeah, I’m digging holes! It’s so much fun! I feel so accomplished.” I...
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