Here we are again. Trying to pick up the pieces of our broken dreams and move on. I have a weird dichotomy of feelings right now. Part of me feels dejected, weary, downtrodden and beaten down. This part screams out at the world, “Seriously? Seriously?! How can this be happening again? You’ve got to me …
I don’t know how to let go of this dream. I don’t know how to say good-bye. I have known for quite some time that we may never have a child, but I still had hope. Now, I don’t. There is no dream any more, just reality. I have known for a while that we …
Why do we keep going? Why don’t we give up? Why do we put ourselves through all of this? Because even though we’ve been beaten down, we still have hope. The rational me can’t believe this is true, but it is. This hope-filled bravado comes and goes, but thankfully it’s back now after a short …
I am still stunned – stunned in a happy, elated, hopeful way! My faith and hope in this country is once again restored. I am so happy to see our democracy in action and so happy that we got it right. Even Virginia went blue for the first time since 1964! Way to go Virginia! …