“Trust me.” I heard the most faint whisper say. “It’s going to be ok. Do it.” “Do what?” I responded. “Take a chance.” the whisper

It is said that grief lasts forever. In a way it does. It lives inside of you for decades. Silenced by life, awakened by memories.

Oh life. You give. You take. You teach. You scold. You love. You are harder than easier. Tougher than gentler. Stranger than logical. Routine is

Emotional pain is not all the same. Not measured in a simple scale of easy, hard, very hard. It has many directions. It moves across

Change does not feel like breaking bread. Nope. It does not feel like chopping wood either. It is not like swimming. Or running. Or even

Oh life, you are so complex. You give, you take. We ask. You respond. We live. We die. We lose. We cry. We mourn. We re

My heart was beating almost as if it was everywhere. Not just inside my chest. But inside the two hundred and fifty humans that were

I stopped it. It was only for a few seconds. A few seconds not being who I had been. The stop, crushed me. The interruption

It was not like any other day. Something was in the air. A heaviness, with no name. A knowing. A goodbye. An Ending. A full stop. And

I search and search and search. Behind every word I say. After every new decision. I seek to find myself, the self that lives underneath