I suggested that I could “ugly cry” right there in the terminal. You know, the loud crying with snot running out one’s nose, and makeup streaming down the face.
Finding a New Family
Our families’ stories are a rich history.
I’m Dying . . . .
From the day we are born, every day is one day subtracted from our life, as we are all going to die one day. No one gets to escape that reality. So, why is it that we don’t talk about it?
The Kids’ Table
Have you ever been relegated to the “kids’ table”? You know, there is a big family dinner. Not everyone fits in the dining room at
Less Is More
Where is all my stuff? It’s in my heart.
No Photos, Please!
Now when my photo is taken, I silently pray that they won’t post it on social media, but if they do, I will have to accept it.
Andrea Unsinkable 