Living between the Lines and What It Reveals about Our Stories

by Amanda Cleary Eastep

When my son was a young boy, he had a dream that he found me dead beneath a pile of dirty clothes.

He dreamed this during the divorce, and I can’t say I didn’t feel exactly like that—as if I were smothering and dying beneath a mounting pile of secrets and sins and everyday chores and child rearing that suddenly seemed to weigh ten times its weight in normal.

I never asked him the details of the dream. Did all the T-shirts I refused to turn right-side-out finally get their revenge? Were the lights separated from the darks? Was I clutching a dryer sheet in one cold hand and a very clean $5 bill in the other?

Sometimes, even when we aren’t going through a traumatic season, we can simply feel buried beneath the everyday.

Read more at More to Life magazine . . .

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