LIMBO: 38 Weeks, 2 Days

(getting my “limbo,” er…yoga on) Don’t like the game, don’t like name… It’s not that I am totally impatient.  Or that I can’t wait for a good thing, it’s just there is this very specific place between what you know is inevitable and the inevitable.  Like, “waiting” to go into labor, perhaps.  Limbo isn’t likeContinue reading “LIMBO: 38 Weeks, 2 Days”