
Words. Comfort. Light. You could call it a survival kit. But they tell me I will do more than survive. So I call it a thrive-al kit.
![]() Within an hour of being divorced, I met two of my favorite girlfriends. I brought them fairy bouquets, tiny clear glass bottles corked with sprigs of dried wildflowers. They brought me books, lotions and a candle. Words. Comfort. Light. You could call it a survival kit. But they tell me I will do more than survive. So I call it a thrive-al kit.
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