What are we really all so afraid of? I don’t know anymore. And I am not talking about monsters, wild animals, or even grief. I am talking about the voice…
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I tried to think where to start. He had died not even a couple months before. The girls were 4 and 6 years old. He was the one with the…
I have a confession to make. I am the opposite of doubt. The opposite of waiting. The mirror image of leaping. The twin flame of jumping. I am a jumper….
