Carrying Him With Us

Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it. L. M. Montgomery

Going On

May I remember how much it matters. And how much it doesn’t. How much I can affect. And how little control I actually have. Courtney Martin

A purple flower with the rain dripping off of it

It’s Not The Rain That Kills You

Heaven would tell you that it’s just a little rain. And it’s not the rain that kills you, it’s the pain of wanting to control the sun. Tessa Shaffer

Modern desk with tan wood and white legs shaped to fit in the far corner of the room. There's a computer monitor on the desk and a black chair in front of the desk. The window runs the length of the wall and looks out on the mountains.

We Belong To Each Other

In some ways, we will always be different. In other ways, we will always be the same. There is always room to disagree and blame, just as there is always room to take a new perspective and empathize. Understanding is a choice. Vironika Tugaleva

A small glass jar laying on its side, open to the right. Next to the opening is a red lid.

The Last Jar

That first taste takes me back. In that taste, I can feel her bustling around the kitchen, the mish-mash of heat from the oven and cool breeze from the back door, ajar. In that taste, she is there, in the kitchen. Nikesh Shukla

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