
I have never really know when to say “when”. Routinely, I overestimate my capacity to endure, withstand and under what conditions I am willing to survive. (This post does not translate well. If you would like it in another language, please email.)
I have never really know when to say “when”. Routinely, I overestimate my capacity to endure, withstand and under what conditions I am willing to survive. (This post does not translate well. If you would like it in another language, please email.)
https://mommasmoneymatters.com/heart-vs-mind-2/
When one loses function of a limb, even for a brief time, and the use returns, it is alien. The same can be said of organs.
https://mommasmoneymatters.com/heart-vs-mind-1/
Mantra at the crack of dawn is a strange and eerie sound: an oxymoron exercised in juxtaposition.
https://mommasmoneymatters.com/poetry-sacrifice-pastoral/