Tonight, something as small as a string of pastel lights unraveled me in the most unexpected, but equally beautiful way. I wasn’t “working on my healing”. I wasn’t looking for symbolism or deeper meaning. I wasn’t reflecting on anything, I had been decorating for the holidays all day. Until the package with the new lights…
A few months ago I learned something about myself that explained almost everything, and instead of relief, my first response was grief. It started simply. My husband and I were talking, the way we do, about how I have always been more sensitive. How I had been told this my whole life. How I had…
A letter to the little girl in the hospital bed, and to anyone still waiting to be told they deserve to be here by Nina Ajdin The Letter You deserved to live. Even though everything around you smelled like death and made you feel undeserving of it. Even though the sounds outside were gunshots and…
