What A Long Ride
All you got is hurt; it’s all we know of you. It’s hiding under all that prim but not much of proper…not much of a legacy if you ask me. I’m on the other side of your disappearing dream, on … Continue reading
All you got is hurt; it’s all we know of you. It’s hiding under all that prim but not much of proper…not much of a legacy if you ask me. I’m on the other side of your disappearing dream, on … Continue reading
Allow me to take you on an exploration in breath. Deep within before another turning of the season, another nudge to look inside our nest and all the things we call our own, to see, to feel, to assess what … Continue reading
Yesterday morning was a tough one. The distress came out in those glossy eyes, those eyes that when first opened I was there to receive. There she hunkered on the couch in the dark, alone to grieve for her mama. … Continue reading