I really hope it ends in tears. Happy tears. 😅
Loyalty. That's the word.
Memory is such a fickle thing. It can be altered or erased and sometimes, outright misleading.
So my grandmother is strong and fierce with a touch of crazy. The perfect combination to inspire the future generation, if you ask me.
You can laugh now, but it definitely wasn't funny then!
I know better… so why can’t I make peace with your absence?
It's been a year and half since I lost my father. Not literally anyway. But people don't need to know that.People ask questions. And sometimes, most times, they are not ready for the answers. Even if they were, I am not. Not yet anyway. They don't need to know that. There were no goodbyes. I…
Some days are better than others.