I take a lot of notes throughout the day, for stuff I want to write later. If you’ve seen me tapping on my phone, I’m not being rude. I’m writing. My family gets that about me. It’s fine. Sometimes, I see something that triggers a memory, and I gotta connect the two time-zones before the thrill is gone. That’s what happened on a recent family road trip. My kid saw a toy she said was for me, and I was…
On a recent road trip with my family, I saw something that made me cry happy tears. It brought back an unhappy but somehow empowering memory. It kind of felt like a full circle moment. I was there with my husband and my child remembering the kid that I was, and making a wish for the kids of today. I shared the photo, the memory, and my wish on the internet. It wasn’t a blog post. I didn’t do keyword…
