I'm just trying to walk myself home.
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My Mama Polly Stone-cold sober, she was more free in spirit than most people are three sheets to the wind. I won’t be able to be at her memorial service today, but as my family has gathered photos and stories back home, I have been thinking about all my grandmother has given to me over …
I was new in town, living on the south side of Seattle. Renton, to be exact. We had lived less than a year in a relatively uninspiring mint green townhouse. I was new to motherhood, new to staying at home, new to leaving the house with everything but the kitchen sink. I hadn’t really met …
Over the last few years the Lord has richly blessed me through my sweet friend, Diane. I’ve known her a very long time, but recently, our friendship has evolved. The best way I know how to describe it is: I can not live without her. Healthy, I know. Let me tell you how this happened. …