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Every story has a prologue. This is one of mine.

There’s a big difference between knowing better and behaving better.

Sometimes the most powerful thing you can learn is the right word for what happened.

Some harm isn’t a mistake. It’s a pattern.

I never saw this level of transformation coming.

My daughter Desiree turns 21 this week, and if you knew the road she has walked to get here, you would understand why I’m so proud.

If there is a crochet mastery test, I am pretty sure this was it.

It turns out Malta isn't quite right.

I am deeply thankful for what does not deplete me.

I know exactly how to make a crowd laugh. That’s not the goal anymore.

From flower farmer to writer to crocheter and almost a mature woman model. The things grief does to me.

I didn’t expect lunch to become an anniversary.

I was supposed to be relaxing, my brain got to work instead.

On the 6th anniversary of the landslide I woke up thinking about working at Safeway.

My writing has changed.

I didn’t realize how much it hurt until I watched other women be celebrated out loud.

I watched a meeting a couple weeks ago and it got me thinking.

The things that nearly undo you aren’t always what remain.

Plot twist: I’m excited about yarn.

Dear body, thank you for not giving up on me.