Dear Lizzy, 

How can I understand the difference between a hopeful heart and a foolish pursuit?

I am torn because I think having a career or meaningful direction for my life is really important, and I also think that having a family life is important. How do I figure out what I really want right now?

Created by potrace 1.15, written by Peter Selinger 2001-2017

The pandemic numbers were rising and spring was turning into Summer. The heat in Arizona was starting to become unbearable and it was high camping season in Denver, so we felt like we needed to return our borrowed camping gear to its rightful owner. It would be a little less than a 13 hour drive […]

Created by potrace 1.15, written by Peter Selinger 2001-2017

The pandemic numbers were rising and spring was turning into Summer. The heat in Arizona was starting to become unbearable and it was high camping season in Denver, so we felt like we needed to return our borrowed camping gear to its rightful owner. It would be a little less than a 13 hour drive […]

The pandemic numbers were rising and spring was turning into Summer. The heat in Arizona was starting to become unbearable and it was high camping season in Denver, so we felt like we needed to return our borrowed camping gear to its rightful owner. It would be a little less than a 13 hour drive […]

Created by potrace 1.15, written by Peter Selinger 2001-2017

The pandemic numbers were rising and spring was turning into Summer. The heat in Arizona was starting to become unbearable and it was high camping season in Denver, so we felt like we needed to return our borrowed camping gear to its rightful owner. It would be a little less than a 13 hour drive […]

Created by potrace 1.15, written by Peter Selinger 2001-2017

The pandemic numbers were rising and spring was turning into Summer. The heat in Arizona was starting to become unbearable and it was high camping season in Denver, so we felt like we needed to return our borrowed camping gear to its rightful owner. It would be a little less than a 13 hour drive […]

Created by potrace 1.15, written by Peter Selinger 2001-2017

We had waited for days to see her. Several sunrises and sunsets sitting by the river where they say the wild horses come to cross. I wanted to know what it looks like to be that free.

Created by potrace 1.15, written by Peter Selinger 2001-2017

We had waited for days to see her. Several sunrises and sunsets sitting by the river where they say the wild horses come to cross. I wanted to know what it looks like to be that free.

We had waited for days to see her. Several sunrises and sunsets sitting by the river where they say the wild horses come to cross. I wanted to know what it looks like to be that free.

Created by potrace 1.15, written by Peter Selinger 2001-2017

We had waited for days to see her. Several sunrises and sunsets sitting by the river where they say the wild horses come to cross. I wanted to know what it looks like to be that free.

Created by potrace 1.15, written by Peter Selinger 2001-2017

We had waited for days to see her. Several sunrises and sunsets sitting by the river where they say the wild horses come to cross. I wanted to know what it looks like to be that free.

Created by potrace 1.15, written by Peter Selinger 2001-2017

In the box were photographs from over the years, baby photos, dinner snapshots, my mother pregnant in a long dress with her leather brown boots that my sister now wears. A time capsule of memories. A letter dropped from one envelope. My mother’s handwriting, I catch my breath. Are there answers there perhaps? Answers to the things I would ask her if she were here?

Created by potrace 1.15, written by Peter Selinger 2001-2017

In the box were photographs from over the years, baby photos, dinner snapshots, my mother pregnant in a long dress with her leather brown boots that my sister now wears. A time capsule of memories. A letter dropped from one envelope. My mother’s handwriting, I catch my breath. Are there answers there perhaps? Answers to the things I would ask her if she were here?

In the box were photographs from over the years, baby photos, dinner snapshots, my mother pregnant in a long dress with her leather brown boots that my sister now wears. A time capsule of memories. A letter dropped from one envelope. My mother’s handwriting, I catch my breath. Are there answers there perhaps? Answers to the things I would ask her if she were here?

Created by potrace 1.15, written by Peter Selinger 2001-2017

In the box were photographs from over the years, baby photos, dinner snapshots, my mother pregnant in a long dress with her leather brown boots that my sister now wears. A time capsule of memories. A letter dropped from one envelope. My mother’s handwriting, I catch my breath. Are there answers there perhaps? Answers to the things I would ask her if she were here?

Created by potrace 1.15, written by Peter Selinger 2001-2017

In the box were photographs from over the years, baby photos, dinner snapshots, my mother pregnant in a long dress with her leather brown boots that my sister now wears. A time capsule of memories. A letter dropped from one envelope. My mother’s handwriting, I catch my breath. Are there answers there perhaps? Answers to the things I would ask her if she were here?

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