Starting Over

I have been round and round the mountain. I've exhausted myself with my pursuits. I chased the light and found a mirage There's no water in these steep ranges. No respite. No hope. No Hope! I've been round and round and round. And some days when I'm not roaming, I wonder if I missed my … Continue reading Starting Over

the unspoken art of moving on

She had never considered herself the kind who would fight over a boy. Why would she? There were plenty of boys out there. The trick was in picking the right one. Then getting them to stay. But the lament here is that she had never thought she would be one of those girls. Yet here … Continue reading the unspoken art of moving on