There seems to be some heavy congestion between our heads and hearts.
This is the part when your mind wants to fight you. I promise it is worth the struggle. I’ve yet to have anyone regret passing through this gate.
My writing tends towards intimate self-disclosure. It's exhilarating, terrifying, and dangerous for me. I hope it promotes growth and change.
With the contemporary lack of village communal support, has the modern day husband become too needy for his wife to handle?
No one had prepared me for the possibility that I might feel this way. I mean, this was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. And I didn't want to be there.
Art gives us life, but it is not our life.
Some people are just scary and terrifying and we should never, ever, ever try to talk to them. That is not at all what this post is about.
Pay no attention to my complaints. This is one of the best decisions I ever made.
There are times when your heart continuing to beat has to be enough.
