Deep breath, another deep breath. Some nausea. Sweat. And a need to go back to hiding. This is what courage feels like. Courage is not a pleasant experience. It is…
Read More
Crawling inside my small closet sobbing had become a frequent visit. It was the only place in our two level, ranch house in Concord, Mass, where I would not be…
I imagined having special wings that would fly me over sadness. Blinders that would shut my eyes so I could not see grief. Ear plugs in my ears so I…
