"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
Anna O'Neil writes, raises kids, and gets excited about birds. She lives by the motto that "Anything worth doing is worth doing badly," and spends most of her free time trying to figure out what she's supposed to be doing with her free time. You can find her writing at Aleteia, Verily, and Mind&Spirit.
