The Treasure Chest
A friend asked me the other day. Do I still feel grief when I write these letters to you. And I said yes I feel it. But not in the way most people think. I feel loss deeply. But not just for one person, experience, moment. But many. I write from this infinite place of […]
The Quiet Pain
I jammed my thumb in the door of my car last Saturday. The door closed completely. Not just a little bit. But all the way, shut. As if my thumb was not inside the door. I nearly passed out but I had to find the strength to open the door to get my thumb back […]