I did not stage this

If I had staged this photo, I would have fixed the pillowcase and tidied up a bit. Then, of course, I would have missed the magic and the point. This is when it all began for me, too. I was not much older than my daughter when I discovered how books and stories meet us—always—right where we are. 

This is the latest entry in the photo/story series I'm exploring for August, Awakening.

Angie Mizzell

I write about motherhood, writing, redefining success, and living a life that feels like home.

http://angiemizzell.com
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