Dear Anxiety, I can tell you’ve made your home inside my body. I don’t like to be inhospitable, but I think you’ve overstayed your welcome. Can you please find a new dwelling? With Love, Kim
Passionate. She took the word in and repeated it to herself, enjoying the way it rolled off her tongue. Passionate was not a word she used to describe herself. Yet, when she heard it, it seemed to fit like an old pair of jeans. Well, the pair of jeans that she’d thrown into a closet... Continue Reading →
Beauty in the Brokenness 