What I Do For My Friends

This lovely lady is my friend Cushie. She called me from her floor today, she said she couldn’t get up. I was like, “Do you want me to call 911?! Don’t go towards the light!” There was a little part of me that felt smug about being the person she called when at death’s door. […]

Making Harmy’s Day (4318-4330)

I purchased this salter at least 15 years ago at a little antique store  in town. I’ve never used it once. But I saved it because it’s lovely. I’ve passed over it many times during my purging process but today, with Harmy here, I was inspired to give it away. I tried to embed this […]