That means I have to tell you the story of the tattoo on my ribs. Read on, and donate or donate again if you're so inclined.
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When we separated, I'd been the primary breadwinner in the relationship for 8 years, & I was on the verge of financial ruin.
Scraping together the money for the deposit on that apartment was a miracle that I will never forget—it was as if the universe dropped us a lifeline to exit exactly when I needed it.
I was a physical and emotional wreck. My body had not recovered from two c-sections in a little more than a year. It felt like there was no lifeline, ever.
And while my business was showing signs of rapid expansion (finally), I was still in fear and panic mode a lot of the time.
It was a point of choice, and reclamation.
That I would be what I needed most.
It reads:
BELOVED
And I chose it because it was the word that my dearest friends used to describe the people who loved them always when it felt like there was no one else left.
Let's elect candidates who show this nation in the actions and not just their words what it means to value all of us, at every moment, including when we feel the most lost.
Let's do it now, before it's too late.
ONWARD.
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So keep going. LOL.
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