A Love Letter to Gloaming
In later 2019 the idea of having a blog was blossoming inside me. I've been a life-long reader and writer and remember, even as a child, hoping to someday write…
In later 2019 the idea of having a blog was blossoming inside me. I've been a life-long reader and writer and remember, even as a child, hoping to someday write…
I've always been sensitive to time. It's one of my quirks. I give dates too much power over me, seeing them more as corridors through my past. Life, like a…
I'm an ugly crier. I don't cry often, but when I do - it marks me for days. Puffy eyes, swollen face, flushed, and miserable looking. It's not something I…
This is a story of hope. The things we hide from others because we fear making them uncomfortable. Our secret fears of looking weak. The hurts we carry, day to…