Back at the start of the month I spend a few afternoons and mornings helping my mom clean out her elementary classroom to get it ready for summer. We recycled a lot of paper, but when we uncovered a stack of unneeded white paper strips, I kept them from the recycling bin and put them in my “home” pile, sure that I could use them for a future craft or creation*.

Then came the summer celebration of life for my dear friend who passed away in February. It brought back up all sorts of grief, which along with post-trail pangs, living with my parents, and a bunch of other elements, brewed into the perfect storm of internal struggle. Read more