Snowflake Submerged

 Well, that answer is really, really simple friends.  NORMAL.  I want to feel normal.  I want to recognize the world I live in again.  To have some sense that the world isn't crashing down around me while I try to pretend that the whole world isn't burning.   It's so hard feeling like your Atlas trying to hold everything together. I want a country that I can recognize. One where innocent people aren't shot because of the color of their skin,  where women aren't told to "vote as their husband would to live in a godly household",  a place where my children can actually achieve their dreams.  That's the world I used to live in.  And that's the world I'd like my daughter's to have to. I would love to wake up to a world where the leader of the most powerful country on the planet wasn't insane.  Literally insane.  But you know what?  One thing I have learned during all this time is that Donald Trump isn't even the worst of ...

 I started this blog a long time ago, back when my husband was in the Navy as a Submariner.  Back then, the submerged signified my life as a occasionally single mom and all the time Navy wife.  I told him that I was starting up writing again and not just my book blog, but really writing.  He said,  "You aren't submerged anymore...."   But then I thought to myself that there are many ways that a person can be submerged, and if anything, the title fits as much now as it ever has. Welcome to the end of August, 2020.  I don't have to tell you what living now is like, you all are right there with me.  I keep extra masks, hand sanitizers, and chlorox wipes in every car.  My head is on swivel every time a member of my family so much as sniffles.  To say that everyone in the world has their anxiety on high alert is probably an understatement and I guess that isn't that unusual.  But what if you are already an anxious person?  What...