I wrote this on September 9th, just five short months ago. I didn’t think I was going to have to rewrite it. I thought we were in the clear. I thought the surgery was over. I thought the vomiting was over. I thought the lethargy was over. I thought the…
My sister dies when we are on the phone. In between our very important conversations about vintage sample sales and failed crock pot attempts and my dog eating my underwear again, she gets to hear me. THE REAL ME. The one who says things like, “NO! You cannot come to…
We heard all these rumors. Snow, they said. Inches, they said. In 49 states, all but Hawaii. But I was all, pshaw, it doesn’t snow in Atlanta. It flurries, maybe, and then the entire city shuts down because everyone is afraid to leave their ridiculously sloped driveways (I’m not kidding….
