Elizabeth learns to "bridge worlds", and to reject the idea of different worlds being separate in the first place.
Coming to terms with coming out of the convert closet.
An anonymous writer shares the absolute pain of losing the ability to have children and the road to healing that followed.
I worked hard, eschewed fun, focused my soul on my book... and got a publishing nightmare. And the sense that maybe, sometimes, the present transcends the future.
Elizabeth revisits the literary thinkers she encountered at age sixteen. And aren't we all searching for wisdom?
I don't know how many more tears these stones can hold.
She was what was known as a bad girl and I was a goody-two-shoes...
Sometimes, distance only makes the heart grow more pained.
