coming out of comfortably numb

I feel like a child again. Learning how to breathe…

3 months later

…Three months that passed without my permission, three months of holding my breath underwater, three months of living without Scott to have and to hold. We are getting on, Hershey, Loolie and I. The distant vibrancy of Goa permeates my soul,…

fresh air kid

Woohooo! A whoop ‘n’ a holler when I arrived back in our room after my breakfast post about our upcoming migration. . At first glance, the bed empty, my heart skipped a beat. Then I saw Scott reclining Cleopatra-style on a chaise outside on our deck for the very first time dressed in a favorite […]