Seldom Allowed

Sometimes when I’m alone, I think about you, flinging aside the reserve I let others think I have, dropping the pretense of hating you, gifting myself with the freedom to remember and to imagine a parallel universe. Before you lay flat, you were tall, with limbs that hugged mine, joined to me from the place…

It Hurt But Hush

I’m struggling to write a post – several of my regular readers have remarked about how inspiring they usually find my writing. So when bad things happen, should I stay away until the situation improves? Or should I just open up and share what’s on my heart? I choose the latter. A friend of mine is…