If I could give one gift, it would be the gift of knowledge, of the power that we all hold in ourselves.
It’s not that time of the year without… The frantic cleaning, scrubbing and washing Of every nook and cranny, till it all sparkles as new. The desperate… Read more “It’s Not That Time Of The Year Without…”
I never seem to have the time. Now. In bed. The world slowly Drifting off to sleep around me. Now is a good time. The night sounds… Read more “When do I visit my grief?”