bed head // chocolate pie hangover

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etta james - a staple

Sitting on the porch, getting some air. I watch as my aunt runs past and inside. The sound of a party. The music getting louder as the door opens- Etta James, Sunday Kind of Love - As the door closes the music dulls to a muted sound again. The walls from out here seem as if they could burst open....

Remembrance // Gratitude

There is something holy that comes with the slow work of God. The difficult, and at times, traumatic parts of it all. The parts that in the moment, feel like you will never recover, or never understand the reason of why it came to be. Dark and and at a standstill. Holy. Then you look around...

the nephew

11/4/13 That baby. He changed things. He's changed us. He's been here for a total of what, 72 hours? I've been in the room for nearly all of my sisters births. But this was different. & maybe its because I am a different person, older and closer to that stage in my life. but the...