There’s something about her writing that brings me back. It isn’t a Fitzgerladean crescendo, slowly building up in the tender night, tugging at your heartstrings eloquently and ethereally. No, it’s sprinkled with sawdust, and rusty nails, but once you dig deeper – at the risk of getting injured – you’ll find a hidden gem with […]Read more "Innocence within the femme fatale"
When you said, “I can’t handle it anymore,” I realized that sorrow had penetrated your core and planted its talons there. It’s never good to hold so much sadness because it kills. What a burden God has placed on us! To strive for nothing; to fight only to lose in the end; to pray and […]Read more "Maybe tomorrow"