What she saw as elegance was, to my eyes, nothing short of macabre. I needed a job, and this limp-haired, twitchy woman had one.
I will shamefully admit that I sit by the sill to watch the owner of the eyes tattooed into my mind jog by. He probably never notices me.
I am incredibly grateful that I have the privilege and honor of witnessing my beautiful daughters evolve and explore their lives. I am able to play with them and watch them learn, delight in their smiles, laughter and all their forms of expression. I look into their eyes and experience the ...
I want to sit across from you for days and take everything from you. But I never will. I will however, keep writing you into my life. You will forever take up entire chapters, and sometimes you’ll make it into the footnotes. Once in a while, the preface will be dedicated to you.