The Road Through Passit

Things had been rocky lately. I knew the first year of marriage was supposed to be one of the hardest, but no one had said there'd be days where I felt like I was waking up next to a stranger. I'd stare at his face, still lined with tension even in his sleep, and I'd... Continue Reading →

Passit, Florida

When my sister told me she was moving for a new job, I was torn; part of me was thrilled for her, part of me didn't want to see her go. We'd never lived more than an hour apart and the idea of her being so far away was an alien one that would take... Continue Reading →

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