"She Was Mean, But She Was Ours"

Holding space for both joy and struggle

My brother is in town visiting from California. It’s been almost four years since we’ve seen him in person, and the joy of his presence has been immeasurable. You know how it is—when someone you love comes home, even for a little while, the air shifts. The living room fills with laughter, old memories bubble up, and the past walks into the room uninvite…