
Dear one, I know how tender this moment is. Loss. Transition. We grieve, we stretch, we hang on for dear life. We fall apart, we begin again. We walk through…

Dear one, I know how tender this moment is. Loss. Transition. We grieve, we stretch, we hang on for dear life. We fall apart, we begin again. We walk through…

Forgive they tell you. Forget they insist. After all, the spiritual thinkers believe that forgiveness is key to healing. How could I doubt them. How could I ever think that…

Before my book The Tiffany Box was a book, it was a one-woman play. Before it was a play, it was a collection of emails that I wrote to my closest friends…
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