No More Excuses
Who is this in the mirror, who is this I see? Who is this person I wonder staring back at me A reflection of broken words, bruised ribs and scars The familiar person I…
A Widow’s story: Her Heartache….
Here in the silence and empty room a single tear rolled down my face. I didn’t try to wipe it away but the battle to remain calm, understandable, and rational was becoming futile in…
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