A Portrait of Change.
The house is unusually quiet. The clicking of her longer-than-usual fingernails on the laptop keyboard echoes in her ears as her pinkie makes a demanding pressured sound on the “enter” key. She slides her...
The house is unusually quiet. The clicking of her longer-than-usual fingernails on the laptop keyboard echoes in her ears as her pinkie makes a demanding pressured sound on the “enter” key. She slides her...
My shoulders settle down my back and my heart lifts at the clickity-clack sound of my fingers dancing across my laptop. My ring turns on my right hand, so that the family heirloom diamonds...
There have been a lot of grey and rainy days where I live. While I’m not one to complain about the weather, I’ve noticed how much my body—how much the depth of my bones—responds...
Her heart feels strangely set free. She’s struggled and moped and hobbled her way through these last few weeks, only to come out on the other side a little bit stronger and a lot...