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The void still remains, the chasm still wide. No nails or wood are in sight to build the bridge of reconciliation. More moments and memories fall into oblivion. Sunup and sundown, waiting for you to come around. To see the little girl sitting on the ground. Waiting. Tick tock. Tick tock. But time stops for no one. They say time heals all things. What a lie we all buy. Time doesn’t heal; choice does. A choice made so long ago. Happy is the one who doesn’t wait for an apology,

Dear Beloved Reader, Today I speak to the heart that has been waiting for that bouquet—the scent of the petals so intoxicating, their perfume strong enough to make even a hospital room smell like a wedding. Look closely and you will see the intricate veins in each petal, the delicate fragility of these small beauties. Receiving flowers is so much more than a fifteen-dollar bundle of pretty weeds. In many ways, the sharing of flowers captures the meaning of life itself. Death

Dear Reader, Here is my confession. Yes, I have been away—and for many good reasons. The loss of both my grandparents. Caregiving for my grandma before she passed. Almost losing my mom. My back going out to the point where I could barely walk. Along with many other details I won’t bore you with. Yes, these are all valid reasons for needing to step back, but I must confess the posture of where my heart has been for a while. I have checked out of writing, podcasting, and doing

Greetings Dear Reader, My absence was purposeful, and filled with much-needed stillness. I thought of you often and desired to write but...

Dear Beloved Reader, how I have missed our moments of serenity with the written word. I will write more of why my distance has taken...

Dear Reader, If you are going through a time of hardship or difficulty and feel like this trial will never end, know that the testing of...