There is something about sitting with our grandparents and listening to them talk about their childhood. They don’t always tell us stories with a beginning, a middle, and an end. Sometimes, they simply remember. A rainy season.A school they had to walk to.A mother calling them home.A park they used Read more
You can be surrounded by people and still feel like nobody really knows you. Growing up is a wonderment in itself. You know what you’re doing… Yet somehow, you don’t. One day, you’re confident about the path you’ve chosen. The next, you’re questioning whether it was ever the right one. Read more
I think I’m tired of being the strong one. Not physically tired. The kind of tiredness that sleep can’t fix. Have you ever been there? Lying on your bed, staring at the ceiling… or just looking at the wall for what feels like hours. Not because you’re sleepy. Not because Read more