Through My Fathers Eyes
I remember getting alot of adult attention after my father’s death. A steady stream of people flowed through our family home bearing food and gifts to cheer us up. I guess it worked because I cannot remember being a grief stricken child. At school my art design was chosen for the Christmas card competition (and […]
“Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.”
“Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.” ― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones We strive so hard as humans to be happy, spending so much time trying to fill the void. We go to work, build our nests, take vacations. It is almost impossible not to feel […]
When The Past Comes Knocking
High school is a place where society throws hundreds of pre pubescent hormonal children into one big arena and says ‘work it out’. Its a learning ground for friendships and the most impressionable years of a young woman’s life. Girls look outside of themselves for validation during these awkward teenage years. Probably one of […]
