The past is the past. The past is in the past. Yet, it lingers on, branded into the mind, twine embracing those invisible, intangible things …
Tag: acceptance
I admit it: I like labels. I do. It’s become a taboo thing to say, I know, but labels make the world make sense to …
When I heard about the Pittsburgh shooting, I was heartbroken. When I heard about the pipe bomb mailings, I was livid. When I heard that …