If There’s Anything I’ve Learned In My Twenties, It’s This
We’re all a work in progress, don’t worry.
My Grandmother Taught Me That Love Is An Artform
When you’re young, I think you forget that the people who raised you once lived their own lives, too. Her title differed, but to everyone she was a healer of sorts. Her love healed people.
Finding The Happiness In The Sadness
People always have a smile to give, if only I had given them one to take. Instead, I assumed the world was out to get me.