Each day, I write my kindergartener a simple, short note and put it in his lunch box.
A New Year: The Stages of Snow and Struggle
In this past year, I’ve come to see hardship in the same way I’ve seen snow. We fall, struggle, mix with the earthiest parts of ourselves, and melt into puddles of who we are or who we once were.
I Am One Mother, Reaching for the Sun
A poem by Kara Lawler.
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