I write like that: in fits and stops. Bits of prose, poetry, and rhyme wind along the road to nowhere. There is no ending, yet. There is just a feeling I must put on paper. This feeling spills from my finger tips, into my notebook or on the screen. Captured. I am crushing it. I […]
The last sip of summer is a lovely phrase that embraces the beautiful reluctance of letting go the final carefree days of summer.
Grief brings you to your knees; shakes you to your core and rattles your senses. In a blink of an eye, or over time, the end of a life leaves painful scars on the living.
Watching soccer in May despite wintry conditions turned out to be an excellent lesson in mindfulness.