The first notes of the song wash over me as I lay in a hip-opening posture during an online yoga class. It’s funny, because I was already feeling tears come before the song started- but as the familiar opening lyrics begin “When it rains, it pours…”, giant tears start leaking onto my yoga mat, turningContinue reading “Rainbow”
Memories, musings, and finding meaning after losing my one-year-old boy.
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