dear friend,

"There was not one day of working with your dad when he didn't thank me."

How can a mom's never-giving-up love be there for her son whether he chooses the streets or is ready for a life change?

What would you say to your mom when she no longer knows you?

I see you. The curtains drawn. Every ounce of energy you have goes into just making it through.

What do we do in not-yet-good situations?

Where can we turn when it's weeping season?

Do you feel seen?

What do tough times call for?

Do you ever wish you could trade away your sorrows?