Gentle Healing Through The Act Of Meditative Writing

black ink butterfly quickly flits across the page its beautiful air When someone we love dies, all we are left with are their ethereal...

When I told her about my word project, she thought for a minute and decided it really wasn’t for her. She wasn’t feeling very well. Her...

The first thing I see when I walk into a room on the hospice floor is not normally a bassinet sitting at the foot of a patient’s bed, but...