My Grandmother's Hands
My Grandmother’s Hands My grandmother’s hands had a gift for adeptly whipping a shoe at...
🎉Last night I celebrated. 🎉 I decided to purposely look back over the last 12 months, not just in reflection, but to honor the experience of it. To honor my grief, my fear, my friendships, my anxiety, the odd quietness that surrounded my days, my reinvention… and my resilience. And in doing so, I wanted...Read more »