This morning I emerged from my front door to find that one of my rosebushes had seemingly exploded overnight with a family of hot pink blossoms. There’s nothing more disappointing than gorgeous blooms with no scent. Okay so maybe there are a *few* things more...
All things happen for a reason.
It’s a phrase bandied about frequently – often when something difficult has happened as a means to help one move through pain or discomfort to a place of reckoning, realization and (hopefully) learning and growth.
When I was 14 years old...
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