I’m letting the dust of others’ expectations begin to settle, leaving room to see that I am not to blame for the hurt and harm I’ve dealt with. This year,…
One of my earliest memories, perhaps my earliest one, is watching the snow fall from the sliding glass doors to the balcony of the small apartment my family rented in…
On New Year’s Eve when the clock strikes midnight, the glimmering thoughts that slip across my mind are usually all variations on the same question: who have you been loved…
