And everything feels chaotic because it kinda is.
So I try to handle the things that I can.
Liberation from Perfection
And everything feels chaotic because it kinda is.
So I try to handle the things that I can.
In our little kitchen nook I’ve created a family tree. Names and dates and photos with twinkle lights draped around. A little altar of sorts. Tonight, kidlette sat next to it, drinking her warm water before bed, and suddenly she burst into tears. “I will be so sad when you die! Who will take careContinue reading “Ancestors in Waiting”