A woman put in a dog crate at a party by her intimate partner, for example. Where it got worse from there.
A pregnant woman, trafficked, in the back seat of a car. Every night.
A senior disabled veteran dumped on a curb outside an out-of-Marin-County homeless shelter by his Marin County daughter.
So I leave on a Friday, having booked a fleeing mother and her several children into a hotel far, far away, where he can't find them.
On the commute, I Vox with my posse, my Voxer** Mamas (my lifelines), three of whom are therapists, so the rest of us WIN.
My husband has been assigned a "daily," (new vernacular for us ... which means a story assigned and due the same day), so he will be late.
Cancel dinner reso.
Take dog to dog park to exhale, where she is ... herself. #notperfectbutfun
Ease in, meet other dog owners.
Migrate to Our Favorite Place, where local creative, interesting people play live music nightly, and I am reminded how deeply. blessed. I. am.
* ya know, for Opiod overdoses, like these:
** It's an app. You should get it.
*** My posts are based on composites.