poetry Grief, Touching up My Memories. {poetry} I danced with joy with great delight and utter and complete abandon Could grief be right? Could joy be found among the memories that grief now tightly held? Continue Reading
archives, wisdom Follow Your Spark. Seemingly, each time, I stay until I can’t take it anymore, grab my flint, and start the fire. The spark turns into a conflagration and I walk away. Continue Reading
archives, you & me Vulnerability: How to Practice Revealing More of Your Real Self. If you set up the relationship on a foundation of vulnerability and honesty from the start, you have more chance of it working out. Continue Reading