Traveling Light

Andrew and I are driving the backroads of East Texas.  Stately pine trees line the highway and give way to rolling pastures dotted with happy cows. Golden hawks and black black vultures soar overhead.  We pass through old towns with historic stone buildings, shotgun shack houses and Baptist churches right across the street from eachother.  The … More Traveling Light

He’s Gone

I find myself going back and forth from staring out a window for minutes on end, to not being able to sit still. Sleep is definitely harder to come by, even though my body and mind are exhausted. I feel as if my body is being pushed and pulled in different directions. ┬áMy day is … More He’s Gone