H.A.G.S

I can vividly remember the ending of a school year in elementary and the pure excitement surrounding the start of summer. Kids would swarm your desk with a freshly minted copy of this year’s yearbook, jolting a pen in your face, asking you to sign. I always hated when kids wrote “H.A.G.S.” It’s the equivalent…Read more H.A.G.S

Molly.

It’s been a minute since I’ve typed anything other than the facts, issue, holding and reasoning of a case...but here we are once more. As I’ve articulated on this blog in other posts, life, particularly our deeply roosted issues and desires always manage to creep up on us no matter how busy we become. And…Read more Molly.