A deep restlessness saps into my fingers, my hands, my tired arms and slumped shoulders, but my bedraggled feet are done moving. So I refuse to move, unsure what to do.
I’m All That I Ever NeededI’m remembering back to high school English class my senior year. I looked at a cute boy across the room wearing…
Am I a Writer Yet?I have always been a writer. I have been one who writes. I have written personal essays, monologues, scenes and even a play…
Today is the dayToday is the day. Live your life with abandon. Be courageous and wild at heart. Take chances and be spontaneous.
Open Letter To The Children I’ll Never Have (Daughter) *My darling daughter,I never had the words. When you were born, Jesus, I was frightened. Not because you were a girl, heavens no. But because the doctors told us you almost didn’t make it. Premature and…