There once was a girl who loved her family, her dog, books, and Jesus. Spoiler alert – it's me.
Anyone else weary? My heart is heavy, my mind is distracted, and my soul aches. These weeks of quarantine and protests have stripped away the pretense in our lives and have revealed things about our nation that are downright ugly. Those who hoarded toilet paper or scooped up all the hand sanitizer and Clorox wipes… Continue reading I don’t know what to say
I have very vivid memories of the events surrounding my father's death. It was February 1991. Roy and I were newlyweds, still in that hazy "Isn't the world a beautiful place!?" fog. I'd gone to pick up a few groceries after work, and as I crossed the railroad tracks near our house - too fast… Continue reading Liar, Liar
Tracey Mac Lean Dowdy 