Gravity

When you’re young, grief is intense and internal and blessedly brief. When you’re old, it’s profound and enduring and all-consuming like gravity.

Well With My Soul

This day in 1944 was the beginning of the end of a war. This day three years ago was the beginning of the end of a war I didn’t even know I was already fighting. The beginning of a year that would take me through the highest highs and the deepest, most excruciating lows. Today…