This was the picture she painted of you: a vision in white, happy and smiling, a little chubbier than you were when we last saw you.
And just like that I felt my eyes well up with tears.
I don’t know if I’m sad or if I just miss you terribly this very moment.
I know you’re right beside me, probably reading over my shoulder but what I would do to see your face and hug you right now.
It’s been two weeks since the first day of the writing retreat I attended in Portugal. I jumped right back into work upon arriving from
It’s been a year since I last wrote something here and I don’t know how to reboot this thing. So here’s a little something I
I love traveling with people who can adjust schedules, not worry about missing plans, etc. Get you friends who can do that and you’ll
