Dear Mom & Dad, I miss you.  There are still those moments or things that remind me of you and new rush of tears come & that ache from the dark places within me returns. I know I never said, "

I suck at receiving. People have told me they can see the 'deer in the headlights' look come over my face, even with the smallest compliment. Yet, I'm good at giving, just not to myself.  My friends &

I hear the sounds of distant wars and imagine men, women & children weeping, while blood is seeping. I hear the silence of those abandoned within their own dreams of hope, now guided by the star o

I see pieces of me falling to the floor, I ask myself halfheartedly what are they for before I leave them be & proceed out the door. I see people passing heads down, I catch myself doing the same

  The following is written as a big thanks to all those who supported me & continue to support me.  You give me courage, you teach me with every word & you allow me to be.   Give us strength f