few things in life ever surprised me his death by drowning wasn’t one of them from the moment we met I knew someday absolution would
these four gals stuck in quicksand, wading in the dung heap of history how long should I rock a dead baby? or kick dead men?
the beauty of an empowered woman revealing herself vulnerable and trusting is indescribable the majesty of a tender man acknowledging the beast within, and taking
it was always cold on that mountain; so cold, you couldn’t tell the living from the dead, they all loved the same – from frozen
it’s her way – keep ’em guessing, no roots to untangle, no pledge of allegiance, “arms length, my girls” – always leave room for escape
there’s no need to unwrap it, it’s been in your possession for years it was damaged when first presented, yet you saw beauty in the package