Not all stories need to be told on the public stage. My story first needed to be told in a therapist’s office. Lying on the couch in my living room. Crying with my husband. Punching my pillow. Breaking glass on a country road. All stories, however, need to be told; we...
Have you ever owned something that was a limited edition? The numbered painting, hand-signed record, first edition print, or maybe a cereal box with a special face or event. Whatever the item, it’s valuable and feels worth whatever price of time or resources you paid...
Shell begins cracking as from inside she scratches, it’s time to get out and that egg finally hatches. Free and damp with the shell shaken off, she’s fresh and hungry! Where is that feed trough? This world seems more beautiful than e’er she knew, that big yellow ball...
