Band Aids & Bullet Holes

I was having a conversation over the weekend with a friend who has been trying so desperately to feel better. I know that feeling all too well. It’s like you’re stuck on the edge of a freakin’ cliff and a bear is creeping up on you. Whattya do? Jump to your demise or fight aContinue reading “Band Aids & Bullet Holes”

These Hands

If these hands could talk. They’ve held onto hands, lovingly, yet tight, to pick up my weight and swing me back and forth. With the heart of a wide eyed child, without a care of what’s to come, just the happiness of the now. They’ve held the backpack straps of a first time schooler. AContinue reading “These Hands”