Giving Ourselves Permission to Cry, Wail, & Moan

One of my earlier memories is from a dirt clog fight with friends in Kanas. Β Picture a snowball melee with dried clumps of dirt. Β In our childhood enthusiasm, one of my friends pegged me in the face ... with a rock hidden at the center of the soil. Β Ouch! Β While the girl I had a … Continue reading Giving Ourselves Permission to Cry, Wail, & Moan