Sometimes a walk outside is the difference between life and living unabridged. It’s not the action of walking that will make…
Hushed words don’t travel far.
At least that’s what my therapist used to tell me.
Emily wasn’t a fan of the rain. She didn’t like to say that she hated things, but she’d go so far as to say she hated the rain.
The smell of grass on a cold evening, that’s what she loved.
Sara hated her name.
Not her nickname, which was Sara, but her given name — Saraswati. She was teased a…