Great reactions with a little help from one word from Dad. Fart.
One word...
Zoe...
I met Zoe last week (alongside the rest of her family) and received an email last night that she had to be put down. Lately, I’ve been feeling the swirl of life — feeling like a pinball, bouncing from one thing to the next — the relentless slog of the routine/responsibilities and days we take for granted...alongside the reality of how fragile the whole set-up is.
The need to go deeper.
The need to stay longer.
