Writing from the Depths and Getting Real
Writing is not for the faint of heart. I’ve often thought about closing my laptop and giving up on this writing dream. Those close to me have heard me whine and whisper words of defeat so much, they don’t bat
Writing is not for the faint of heart. I’ve often thought about closing my laptop and giving up on this writing dream. Those close to me have heard me whine and whisper words of defeat so much, they don’t bat
My world had shifted from clear and crisp to blurry and blended, and I hadn’t bothered to make it better Or I hadn’t until a few weeks ago when I finally visited the optometrist. According to the doctor, I barely
2019 found me broken, crying in front of strangers, losing my temper with the plumber, and being told not to hear the test results alone. Ironically, my word for 2019 was GIFT. To Be Better and Stronger I chose that
(Sometimes a person just needs for someone else to hope in them and believe they can change. That’s what March’s story is about. I hope you enjoy it.) A Spark of Hope Henry unclenched his fists and took a deep
I broke my phone. I didn’t even notice the tiny fissure snaking its way from the bottom right up toward the center. Someone else pointed it out to me. “Isn’t that a crack?” they asked without much care, as if
Have you ever been resting smack dab in the middle of a calm life and at the same time wishing the winds of change would blow your way? I’ve been stuck in a loop of mediocrity. Maybe it’s a personality
(For today’s Through the Balustrade character sketch, we take a look at one of the main Outcasts, and his first encounter with the truth.) The undesirable’s eyes shifted from fear to emptiness. Alex couldn’t remember what happened next,