So, I was drafting a post about why Robin Williams’ death hit me so hard, but it was just too difficult to write without completely losing it. Because he didn’t die of suicide, he died of depression. Because depression can kill. It nearly killed me. Twice. So instead, let’s find some grace in small things, shall we?
3. Introducing my kids to Hook.
4. That Preston still calls popcorn “hot porn”.
5. The hope of better days.