To Mold A Story

The paths I walked along in summer Are now muddy from fallen snow. Autumn leaves stick around in early winter. The cold air freezes rain. It’s hard to breathe when I can see my breath. I stay inside, wearing fuzzy socks and warm sweatpants. My cardigan has pockets big enough to hold my Kindle. TheContinue reading “To Mold A Story”

Hard Truths

Underneath the surface of your skin lies truths about yourself that you refuse to acknowledge exist. Character flaws, irrational fears, bad habits, annoyances, troubles letting go, many more I can think of that make up who you are. We all want to be the reliable narrators of our own stories but we’re the worst narrators, especiallyContinue reading “Hard Truths”