While eating my scone, I had the honor of speaking to a humorous soul. He was wondering why I wrote. I told him, “honestly, I don’t know.” His fake smile was genuine. Eventually, making me smile again. “Kid, you’re older than I am!” This was coming from an old man. “Live and laugh. Lie and... Continue Reading →
How can flowers make crying so beautiful? They don’t know sadness nor do they utter a word. Even as the rain falls, they stand so tall— radiating a strength so small.