Part One of The Layers of a War I don’t remember getting on the bus. I only remember the man who got on after us. He was big in the way that men with guns are big, not just in body, but in the space they take from everyone else in the room. A ski…
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 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…
