Love Letter #72 | Assaulted

My sense of security was wiped. The notion that we were relatively safe was a false reality and that incident gave us that rude awakening. I had no peace after. I barely slept and panic attacks were served with breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Love Letter #71 | Burnt Popcorn

Go for those goals and live your dreams. The dreams probably won’t pop on the first or second try and you may burn a certain vision of your dreams by allowing it to stay on the same rotating surface.

Suburban Telegram #1 | Pain

Pain, in its many forms, is inevitable.
What we do with the experience of pain will determine how we move forward.

Love Letter #43 | Moving forward

As I see it, the experience of death stays. Even as I go through the stages of grief, I take my dead loved ones (guardian angels) with me in my going and coming.