What heals us the most…

What heals us the most…

What heals us the most… I drove to the airport on Friday with blurred vision. Not understanding what it would be like to be a six-year-old child who faced an assault weapon. A six-year-old who lost her life. A six-year-old who watched as others were gunned down. Fear,...
Come Along for the Ride…

Come Along for the Ride…

So I didn’t get the memo… I was in the wrong place. Everyone else was meeting at the OTHER coffee shop. I sat alone, wondering how I would find them. I was always worrying about finding “them.” Not even realizing I didn’t even know this...