We are all glaciers as we transform, split, and calf pieces of ourselves. Beliefs fall away. Discarded and outdated, the mind seeks new t...

The precariousness of life strikes you only as you move through it. Like a maze with dark alleys and tight turns, it careens out of contr...

When the path diverges, we must always choose, not knowing if the road untaken will ever present itself again. With the benefit of time a...

Existing is not living. It is marking hours, hiding in plain sight, pretending nothing is wrong.

We are not allowed to feel the sun warm our face for more than a fleeting moment. We are not allowed to bask in newfound love without bei...

Love shifts, like a herd of horses drifting over the wide prairie, changing directions as the wind blows.

What remains unsaid rolls out with the tide after parting. Time and distance provide the illusion of safety. But beneath the calm, the ri...

Summer glides like a vulture surveying its prey; merciless and low, it circles and calculates. Silently, it touches down and cackles as i...