Home is Where The Heart Lives
Home is where the heart lives and breezes through you.
Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Home is where the heart lives and breezes through you.
By rediscovering one another we’ve met love by crossing paths we’ve begun a new life together.
By the way, in case you didn’t know, one can live with half a heart, half a soul. Yes, the blood still flows thru veins, the legs still move, the pulse still pulses.
Isn’t that simply astounding?
The landing at the top of the stairs sounded the loudest lament. Her fingers traced the expansion and contraction lines on the white-washed plaster walls as she took the first steps slowly, navigating the bowed and weakened wood on the stairs. The house and her family were accustomed to her. Read more
Sometimes I don’t want to deal with my life. It hurts too much. He doesn’t see me. I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to speak, see, feel, love, hate, be, eat, see, feel, touch or taste the way my feelings are. I am shutting down from Read more
Every edge that I jump from; every memory that I try to bury within the freckled folds of my unkempt bedsheets; every word that I take back and fill my half-empty stomach with (never not empty); all comes back like gruel on the back of a bathroom sink. I hear Read more
The world of dating it always seemed too complicated for me. How do you keep things casual when it’s time to move things forward? In my case, the romantic mishaps have been messy ones. After my divorce, I wanted to break new ground, not so easy for a single mom Read more