Growing love means getting your hands dirty, your hopes up, and sometimes, your heart broken.
This week, y’all. I can not even find words.
That’s not completely accurate. There are so many words I have in my head fighting amongst themselves. Vowels and consonants tripping over each other in order to the first to roll off the tongue, through the lips, and out into the hot humid air where there is no one but Thom and the cacti to hear them.
It’s been my practice to NOT discuss politics or current affairs in any public forum because