PinnedMy mother’s love was a bowl of spinach soup and sun-drenched afternoons in our tiny kitchen.My father’s love is grit and trust, stored in a box made of stone all too small and too cold to house his warmth. Liberty to do what I…Mar 3, 20242Mar 3, 20242
It was the break of dawn, when the sun peered over the wide blue yonder and the mountains teemed…It was only me, deep in the wilderness, a tiny speck of dot, a figure so dim in the brilliance of the evergreens as if the gods were able…Apr 9, 2024Apr 9, 2024
You told me about the unknown dead ends.All the broken promises, shattered dreams, and the days that went down to up and the nights when the pills weren’t enough. Then the ashes…Mar 3, 2024Mar 3, 2024
