A story about taking out the nails.
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled in the valley of towering mountains, lived a young carpenter named Elias. He had inherited his…
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled in the valley of towering mountains, lived a young carpenter named Elias. He had inherited his…
Every year, I write a review of the previous year, but I don’t always publish them. I’ve come to the conclusion I should. I’ve learned…
Last week a new reader messaged me on Twitter and said they’d read my last blog post, and hoped my mom was doing well. I realized I hadn’t followed up here with the rest of the story, so here goes. Mom died.