I spent the entire drive home rolling it over and over in my mind. Down right angry at the way the world works. Because if I were in control I would grab the broken system by its shoulders and give it a shake. I… Continue Reading “I AM _________________ .”
“Aunt Stac, do you have a word for this year?” my spunky niece questioned with eyebrows raised. I shared my word and she responded, “That was your word last year!” Oh, I know sweet one. Last year’s word still has work to do. I… Continue Reading “Rest in the Mess”
If I wait for a stormless year, then rest will never come.