"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
Carrie is wife of a teacher, mom of 3 girls, and lover of books, coffee, and Michigan’s four seasons. She writes about seeking simplicity and rest in a tired world at carrieroer.com. Connect with her on Facebook or Instagram.
"What would it look like if, over the next two weeks, instead of complaining to your friends about how busy the season is, and sighing with contempt and annoyance, and vowing next year will be different — what if you did this:"
