The crying day…

Portland International Airport (PDX) is the background to so many memories of my life. PDX was the airport I first flew out of, in the middle seat, squished between my grandparents. I wanted the window seat, but Grandpa Malone said I could get sucked out the window, so he had to sit there. I looked over my grandpa’s shoulder, watching the plane lift off, feeling the weight in my stomach and the pop in my ears. My grandmother ordered a seven and seven as the stewardess walked by. I ordered orange juice and plastic airline wings. Grandpa began to snore. Continue reading “The crying day…”

Goodbye…

How do you know when it is time to go? I’ve been in a difficult place at work for the past year or more. I’ve agonized over whether to go or to stay. I’ve worried about the work, the people, me. I’ve spent countless hours journaling, praying, and talking about the situation to friends and family. I wore myself out trying to figure out what to do. Continue reading “Goodbye…”