Roads not taken #6...
Have I ever told you about the time we met on the bus in middle school…? It was the first day of seventh grade, and I was sitting by...
I'll be right here, now and always
Have I ever told you about the time we met on the bus in middle school…? It was the first day of seventh grade, and I was sitting by...
If the depth of love can be measured by the fear of loss, then I know in this moment that my love for you runs deep as it gets. I woke...
While I’ve written about the difficulties, and occasional benefits, of time, I have yet to really address the other factor that makes our...
The Author
These letters are a way of taking the words I carry for her and putting them into the world, in the hopes that she may find peace until they lead her home.