My heart is far too unpredictable to provide a compass for the directions I should take.

He would run right up to the point he couldn’t get out….because he was afraid he might miss something. A doggy version of FOMO.

We buried my grandmother today. She was less than one month shy of her 98th birthday. It’s so cliché, but she was the perfect example of...

All my life I’ve grown up hearing that sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.

I immediately knew a soft “shooing” was definitely not going to be significant. I opened my eyes and looked down my torso....