Unstoppable Moments

On Reflections, Rebellions & Relief

I write to you from a living room strewn with last night’s pizza crusts and empty corn chip packets, many Nerf guns and various other debris left behind by rampaging tween boys determined to see the New Year in, to taste the rare thrill of midnight. I’m also mildly hungover. I don’t even care. I just feel so joyous and relieved to have survived another …