She stares at me with bark brown eyes seething with icy deceit despite their warm color — like the forest surrounding her home, alive and bright…
The year after my mom died, I found solace in sculpting babies made from clay.
1. Achieve Perfection
I suffer from depression and anxiety. Sometimes I just check out. I get lost in…
Her normally straight black hair is tangled and messy. Mascara is smeared across her face from crying. The dark bags under her eyes…
It’s right there.
Just beneath the surface.