Recently a reader shared a poem with me. It was one she had written herself in memory of her best friend, a friend of the four-legged, giant-hearted variety. I was so touched by her poem and the relationship
There are bad people in the world. People who will repay your kindness with scorn, people who may never even give you a chance. Who knows? Sometimes that bad person could even be you.
The truth is, none
Why do we read, write, learn, live? For me, all the answers are all one in the same. I write in order to explore deeper questions, in order to think and get others to think, in order to stretch the bounds