Snow has always been an enigma to me since I was six years old, running outside without a coat on to get a closer look at the brilliantly white spots of glitter falling from the sky. My mother followed me and scooped me up into her arms, holding me close from the wintery chill. (more…)
This is not about misguided suicide attempts. This is worse. This is about line cutters. (more…)
Don’t Forget Me
My biggest fear in life is that when it’s over, it will have meant nothing.
But what exactly is nothing? (more…)
Being In Love
There are three types of love in the world:
Being in love, having love, and then just plain love. (more…)