Friends – OF LONELINESS AND CHOCOCINOS

IT’S NOT PRETTY WHEN ART HITS BACK

I’ve been blessed with a good life. But an insurmountable challenge that haunts the open spaces of my mind in those too long stretches of

I don’t know why I allowed it to happen, but there are two of me. The first me is the one you get to meet.

A couple of weeks ago I was having a margarita Monday with two of my best friends. Okay fine, it was a margarita Friday, but

I have a wonderful friend who obtains much of her identity from being needed. She cares for her mom, her two brothers and anyone within

At first the pain in my shattered ancle wasn’t close to being the worst thing about being home. I can’t do anything on one leg…I’m

As I was falling to the ground, I understood two things clearly: 1) I am an idiot. And, 2) my leg is properly broken. Saturday

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