I have my father’s nose, and my mother’s disposition. I have her hands, and his eyes. His strength and resilience. Her bleeding heart. Her taste in music. If my father were the sun, then she was Mother Earth, and they orbited each other in the only way two broken souls know how to. In … More Wildfire Father
How do we know when someone loves us? Is it detectable like trace amounts of stardust in our construction, in our bones, and in our bodies? Something we know but cannot regularly see? Or is it ever present, but ever-flowing like ocean waves along the shoreline, and we are left standing with wet feet, wondering … More How do we know when someone loves us?