A little broken

I often buy things that are a little broken. I frequent thrift shops, garage sales and marketplace finds. Sometimes at a thrift store somebody will say to me ‘you know that’s a little broken?’ And my reply is typically ‘yes but I’m a little broken too. We’ll be a good match.’ And when I say broken I don’t mean I have a broken spirit or a broken heart or a broken head or a broken arm. I have Parkinson’s disease. And because of that I feel like there’s just a little crack in who I am. A little broken is … Continue reading A little broken