So, I'm having troubling writing, because I need to stay true to my mission of transparency, which is so much easier said than done. I keep sitting down and drafting the beginnings of posts that are admittedly not transparent - just chatter about legit (or random) topics. And there is a place for that, but … Continue reading On Finding My Fight
She let me do her laundry, and she lingered in the shower as I'd hoped she would - treating herself to the luxury of hot water and a clean (and unhurried) place to let it run. She slept in a bed. She ate at a table. She had conversation, and, for a little while, was surrounded by people who looked her in the eye and called her by name. For a few hours, she was a someone again. She smiled a little.