“The little pink skeleton was small and cold and its flowers were made of four circles with a stem, like one doodles on paper when they don’t know how to make a distinguishable flower, like a rose or an iris. The brushed pink and blotted, purple flowers have never cracked…
I once had a discussion with someone who warned me that “his bible” did not agree with my beliefs and that I was living in sin. Interesting… I asked this person how they knew “their bible” was correct. Could it have been possible that my beliefs lacked the approval the…
What is my imprint? When I leave this earth will I be known for my determination? My temper? My lack of patience? My tendency to be a pain in the ass? All my flaws? Or will I be remembered for my growth? My days of service? My motherhood to Christopher?…