kill your old stories slash and burn them to the ground… narrate something new.
kill your old stories slash and burn them to the ground… narrate something new.
I just attended the funeral service for a 21 year old boy. He was the son of a client, and also an occasional client himself. He died a week ago in a tragic diving accident. He was an athlete, a tennis player, and an incredibly bright light. He shone more brightly in his 21 years …
I spent all day in bed. When I went to sleep last night I was flirting with a sore throat, or perhaps it was flirting with me. In either case, I acknowledged it, dosed myself with what I had in my home remedy arsenal, and tried to settle in for a good night’s sleep. That …
the edges of myself 