Sometimes, you just need to see with your own eyes and feel the impossible win.
The distance between poverty and “self-sufficiency” is a no-man’s land. It’s two steps forward, three back. And there are more enticing reasons to hang on to the help when you can get it than to kill yourself to stand on your own two feet.
On Thursday night I sat at a round table with co-workers and friends in an enormous room, dining on filet mignon and jumbo prawns, and witnessed contagious, hilarious generosity. Just the sort of evening to breathe new life into a tired writer.
the Grandma I wrote about in this post passed away today. she was an example to me of a love that endures at a time when I needed it most.
maybe love does not boast means I don’t need to prove how much I deserve love