Gal pals

They get me. That in itself is amazing. They get quirky ‘ole me. And they show up. Not always, not in every way I hope for, but I can be a bit unreasonable that way, truth be told. Girlfriends who show up are worth more than all the tea in China. And that folksy saying…

Picking up the scattered pieces

There are pieces of me scattered everywhere. Scattered parts of myself I dropped along the way. Some in fear. Some from lack of use. I am being asked to pick up those pieces. To follow the trail of breadcrumbs I left for myself. I guess the wisest parts of me knew I’d be back. That…