Missing my best baby girl something fierce.

Something about the Thanksgiving holiday makes me feel all kindsa nostalgic.

Growing up together with my girl holiday times were always a bit funky; jangety and haphazard, and anything but traditional or predictable. Bittersweet.

My bathtub called to me this morning. I’m so glad I heeded the call. Magic happens there. Prayers. Healing. Release… down the drain with that which no longer serves me