We Had a Good Time, Didn’t We?

Hey Loves ~ Im headed to my paternal grandmothers funeral, in Fort Worth (YeHaw) It’s gonna bring up old tensions, and everyone’s worst and best side as we work to honor. I’m going to do my best to not have any red hair moments, and remember that every snide (shitty, mean, I think you feel me here) comment I may be tempted to make is an opportunity to do a 180. And choose love. Grief is grief, and I needed a way to make it real, tangible, to acknowledge the huge shifts going on. And as my grandma used to say, “We had a good time, didn’t we?” So long dreadlocks, I’ll see you again in a few years. Got some love for me? Leave me a comment here, porfavor. XO, Rowan P.S.: Come to my party, 18 spots left