Writing for collective joy, writing through individual pain. Is the meaning all the same? It’s been a while since I’ve written on a blank page. I don’t always know exactly…
We grow with it. We grow to endure it. But we cannot let it become who we are. “When you say ‘I am in pain,’ there is the pain and…
When missing time with your family turns to years, it starts to become painful. How will we heal? Sometimes the quiet feels too loud. It is then that I feel…
I fell in love with you on a whim. Now, I have to pick myself up and learn from the fall. You and I have talked so much that I…