Grief is like the sea. It ebbs and flows. It swells and recedes. It roars violently as it storms, crashing with fury and flashes of lightning. Sailors fear the sea. A fear of awe and wonder. A fear of reverence. For the sea has a will of its own. It will not be reasoned with…
Yes, mug, coffee does make everything better. I can’t see the steam, but I know it’s there in the dark. The color is perfect, a creamy tan that harkens to the rich, golden sands of the wild, beautiful desert. Not too light. Not too dark. The mug is white except for its gold stenciled lettering.…
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The Paradox I want a life rich with experience—yet I stay at home, avoiding people. I long to create but avoid committing the time, afraid of wasting time that leads to nothing. Yet in avoiding wasting time, I waste it. This is the paradox I live with constantly. When my mother died of cancer, the…