Tenderness
October 25th, 20267:08 a.m. Sunday. 47°/57°@home Tenderness. How often have I turned tenderness away? Because it felt like too much to give and receive. I’ve hardened my response, stiffened my stance, buckled down… Continue reading
October 25th, 20267:08 a.m. Sunday. 47°/57°@home Tenderness. How often have I turned tenderness away? Because it felt like too much to give and receive. I’ve hardened my response, stiffened my stance, buckled down… Continue reading
I held my mom Monday. After Jen picked her up last week, she tucked her in her office closet, wrapped in my Pendleton towel, in the Arlington Hardware bag I gave her. We… Continue reading