When I Had Two

I was lucky enough in my life to have two dads. Some have none. And God blessed me with two. One is summers and weekends, playing in the yard after dark, chasing lightning bugs. He is motorcycle grease and the smell of chewing tobacco and empty Pepsi bottles thrown in the back of his red …

A Little More

TW: This post contains discussions around intense grief. I went back to work this week. For the first time in two months. At first, it was a bittersweet feelings. I've missed my colleagues; I've craved more structure in my life. Yet, at the same time, I wasn't ready to put summer behind me. You would …