Poetry Friday is a feature that I run once in awhile. A long time ago — before I was a…
who are you,little i | e. e. cummings who are you,little i (five or six years old) peering from…
“Be still. It takes no effort to be still; it is utterly simple. When your mind is still, you have…
I’m tired and sad in a heartbreaking way. I think perhaps I shouldn’t be writing this today. After all, I…
Recently I read this: Be careful what you pretend to be because you are what you pretend to be. This…
Loss changed me in very profound ways I learned about the depths of sadness and the brutality of loss. But…
