On July 19, Avelyn turned 11.
The heaviness of the winter lifted surely, but oh, so slowly. By the time April came around, I was ravenous for signs of spring: for some blossoms, some sunshine, some green. But spring SUCKED.
The past winter was long and drawn out. It was colder than usual, for longer than usual.
Last year I began hearing some of my favourite authors and podcasters mention something called the Enneagram and how it had impacted their lives and the ways they understand themselves and others and how they find their
November was literally swallowed up by flames and their smouldering aftermath, December was devoured by the holidays, and January has, thus far, been riddled with pain-in-the-rear sicknesses that have knocked the majorit