When Trusting is the Breath in Your Lungs

The breaths come hard and labored, like I'm trying to suck air through a straw with someone sitting on my chest. I've learned to recognize this as my body's way of letting me know that all is not well inside. I have stress-induced asthma and no matter how much I may think I'm at peace, my labored…

When Your Definition of Suffering Needs an Overhaul

Another job fell through today for My Man. Unlike so many in the past where it was just a possibility, he had actually been hired for this one and was ready to fly to New York tomorrow. The timing was perfect because a) any time we get a job these days it’s perfect and b)…