Heavy-Handed
It used to be when I wanted to offer someone support, I had two women in mind. The first woman threw her body over yours to shield you with her own, taking blows and absorbing pain on your behalf. The
It used to be when I wanted to offer someone support, I had two women in mind. The first woman threw her body over yours to shield you with her own, taking blows and absorbing pain on your behalf. The
You know you know the song, just hum along. Spent the day in Shilo’s kitchen, I baked and she made port wine jelly. We strategized and mission statemented and bounced ideas back and forth all while sipping coffee spiked with
“Mom, do me a favor and don’t ever just give up, ok?” “Ok, giving up isn’t really my thing…” “Yeah, I know. I know it’s hard right now with school and things.” “Thanks, E. Are you worried I’m going to