She is in the park, sitting on a bench and feeding the pigeons that encircle her. She’s totally immersed in the task at hand and does not notice me.
I often wonder what it was like for her, a strikingly beautiful, confident, and previously spoiled teenager completely alone in the world, navigating through hell.
I’m torn between wanting him to stay my little boy forever and being excited about all the amazing things he’ll do.
My entire kitchen is instant smoke and blackness. I’m standing in the eye of an explosion. Am I alive? Burned? Maimed? Cut? Bleeding? ,Lifetakes: Waiting for My Miracle,My entire kitchen is instant smoke and blackness. I’m standing in the eye of an explosion. Am I alive? Burned? Maimed? Cut? Bleeding?
Realization dawned: This was not a secret addition to our own house; it was simply a sneak peek into our neighbor’s home.
I don’t live here, I’ve got to go home. Will I ever recapture the connection I feel here, on this little porch?
