(So often I want to write about things other than autoimmune disease and spoonie life – but I also think it’s important to share just
Category: our fam jam
talking about life and death, covid and sick days, and loving others through these times.
This is attempt number five to write this post because my thoughts are in a million places – and this time I’ve decided it’s best
tales of my post-op week – and looking forward to writer’s conference.
Oh, the beauty of the King You make righteous those who seek You have written and redeemed my story Let my eyes see Your kingdom
early morning thoughts and gratitudes after a sickly week.
It’s 3:09 AM and this adorable guy is snoring next me, noggin buried in his commandeered pillows. ❤ And this guy is in his spot
on the road again, loving our lindsey, and (finally) hugging my bestie once more.
On Saturday, Sara and I hit the road and headed to Paris, Tennessee, our sweet Lindsey’s hometown, for her Celebration of Life at the Convention
the beast and the beauty of it.
We have to learn that what cannot be cured must be endured. – Montaigne Last week, I started rereading a book that I just loved,
