I (Jenn) was 15 years old on September 11, 2001. I was watching the TV in the corner of Mr. Nelson's math room as the second tower crumbled and along with it the perceived safety of my childhood. The War on Drugs became the War on Terror and fear began to creep and tangle around my heart, interrupting stillness with “what if’s”.
Years later as a wife and mom, my fear became more ferocious and snared me more frequently. Determined to escape fear’s hold on me I looked to s
I honestly didn’t notice the snot streaked across the wall until our landlord dropped by this week. Seeing things from another’s viewpoint can be enlightening and sometimes mortifying. When my (Jenn’s) family visited us in June, one of the many fantastic things about their stay was experiencing our life here with fresh perspective. I’ll let them share the things that stood out to them besides obvious differences in home security, transportation and the overwhelming selection