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…
I’m no “big shot” professional writer. But I have always loved writing, for as long as I can remember. Now, it’s been a little over four years that I’ve been writing. However, I’ve been writing for other publications, other people, and not so much for myself. But now, I want to write both for myself…
War followed me into every chapter of my life – from Sarajevo to the suburbs of Chicago From the beginning of my journey, I always wondered why I had decided to embark on such a tumultuous path. I wondered what the purpose was – if there even was a purpose. What I have discovered is…
