Musings
How many hearts are wedged between the cracks over the battle for these stones?
Musings
Gifts aren’t my love language, but I learned to appreciate the joy others take in giving – and being received graciously
Musings
I’ve always seen myself as the black cat with the rain cloud over its head
Musings
But we ourselves, while loved, don’t belong. We don’t live on Planet Normal. We live on Planet Crazy