They keep pulling her away from her piano. She isn’t yet lucid, but trying to fight her way out of the nightmare. The strangers. Why
Good morning! I’m so sorry that I wasn’t able to invite all of you for coffee until today, the last day of Labor Day weekend,
Walking through the woods on the day of the autumn equinox, she found them. Tokens lying at the foot of a tree. Arranged in a
The sound of the water lapping against the shore. It soothes my cares away. Endless peace. Endless hope.
I look in the old hand-held mirror that I’ve stuck up on the wall. I glance quickly behind me, wondering if my mother is behind
“Maybe the crescent moon is a hopeful sign,” she said to him. They were sitting on their porch looking off at the crescent moon hanging