02/01/2026
When I was a kid, I was so disembodied I never felt the cold. I wouldn’t even wear a jacket when it was below freezing.
I remember sitting on the back porch around five or six, playing with a dandelion. I looked down and saw fire ants eating part of my big toe. They had been there for a while.
I could go on and on. But I want you to know this: there is hope, even in the darkest places.
You can return. You can heal. You can come Home.
