10

It’s not that I’m dwelling. No, that’s not it. It’s not that I want to dwell, but I am dwelling and something about this date has been weighing on me like a ton of bricks. More meds. More anxiety. More depression. What is so different about 9 year, 364 days and 10 years.  Why is…

Labors of Love

It started with a red ball gown in a prom store in February.  We loved it.  She loved it.  I was willing to overlook the price tag, but the style was discontinued and they didn’t have her size in stock.  I was heartened, a simple ballgown would be easy to find.  As we loaded in…