It’s my firm recommendation that they share their Christmas money with every single mom in grocery stores trying to stretch her paycheck to feed her kids.
When my brilliance was no longer enough to keep her close, I kept in on even in her presence to remind her, my light was still there, still searching for a way to penetrate her shadowy walls.
She has moments when she is so passionate about something, her dark eyes glisten with intensity. I swear I would risk my life for her convictions in those moments, because put simply, I just believe in her.
It started as an act of defiance, hot fury and confusion, looking for a place to make sense of it, looking for an answer, for a reason. How could you say No to a heart that peeled back every layer, that stepped into the brilliant light totally exposed with flaws and honesty? How could ...