The Trees and I Are Letting Go Again

It’s that time of year again. The leaves are crunching under my feet, the mums are blooming, and the skeletons are coming out. I can feel the edges of grief tugging at me. Memories of desperate prayers, resignation, loss, and failure are creeping in with the ghosts being hung in store windows. This excerpt from… Read More The Trees and I Are Letting Go Again

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