having two kids has its really difficult moments. especially in the first few months when both little needers were yelling at me a lot. (this is how you soccer, right?!) once we had adjusted to life with henry and he’d grown up a bit, things had seemed manageable and we had started making room for robb …

i’ve been sitting on this for a while. and i feel like writing it from a dark hiding place.  my anxiety seems to be winning lately. taking up way more room in the stack of things that make me me than my peace or my joy or my thankfulness or enthusiasm or creativity or all …