The Best of Resolutions in the “Worst” of Times

Yesterday my husband and I woke, weak and bleary-eyed, to a dusting of snow that had settled over our house, like a halfheartedly apologetic attempt to cover the events of the day before. The day before, a virus from the underbelly of hell had knocked us on our backsides, wrenching our insides to the outside. I can’t remember ever being so violently ill before. When I ventured a few wobbly steps out of the bedroom many hours later, I was greeted... Read More