Teller of Stories- her own or of others. #Love #SocialCommunication #Design
Excuse the dramatic title. This post is not about emotionally unavailable men. I just wanted to get that out of the way. The kind of love I’m talking out is not limited to the “boyfriend-girlfriend-partner”…
Ridding ourselves of limited beliefs about writing in daily life and how everyone really is a calligrapher.
Once upon a time there were a thousand words lying dormant in me. For too long, they had been suppressed beneath the tyranny of procrastination, that murdered their will to come out and play. They missed the times they ebbed out of me like a flowing chocolate…
When I was ten, I woke up one night by the wetness underneath me. Embarrassed that I peed myself in the bed that I shared with my baby sister, I quickly changed my underwear and prayed that the patch would dry up before day break.
