The moment you write your story, healing begins.

a heavy blanket of giant grey cotton balls hangs down from the sky Writing prompt: I know how the sky feels because... This writing...

The flow of ink from your pen doesn't begin or end on the page. I have been asked for several years whether I would work one-on-one with...

When someone we love dies, the essence of who they were becomes magnified. Every trait they had becomes the most special trait...