Two nights ago, while sorting through old pictures, I found some folded up sheets of paper tucked into a box. I grabbed the stack and unfolded them, figuring it was a poem my sister or…
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Strong People
People say I’m strong. Like it’s a rare quality that I have and others don’t. They say I’m strong because I put my life back together. They say I’m strong because I still have a…
No Going Back
How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart, you begin to understand, there is no going back? There are some things that time…