Within our perspective that success will lead to our being happy, we lean into the idea that some of our yesterdays limit our options for today so it is far better for us to bury those feels in the dark then it is for them to continue to have close contact with the...

We often hear that we should follow our hearts and if our tunes are expressing the soft rhythms that we can effortlessly travel with, it’s easy to believe in that, but when our bundled feels also hold the kind of sorrow that stays so close to us that it’s gloom casts...

We paint the pictures of our hearts through the closeness of the lines in our stories and even when it isn’t dark outside, we add the moments that have been to our blank pages as the consistent reminders of why we have abandoned the homes within ourselves. What...

Loneliness is our grief breaking through from the marks of our moments where the lights of being heard and loved existed as hopes and dreams but not as our actual experiences of being at home within our own hearts. Feeling homesick for those comforting embraces that...

When authors write their engaging tales, their words inspire us to imagine the possibilities, but when it comes to our own narratives, we are often strangers residing uncomfortably in the embrace of a bunch of colors that express the details of the long stories that...

Today is the current location of the magic of our art as we reside between the downward forces of yesterday’s stumbling practices and the hopeful progress of the tomorrows. The past holds how we have done everything up until this very moment and what we feel we look...