Where Do I Go When the Wind Is Lonely

A meditation on ache, memory, and the quiet art of stitching yourself back together.

The Hollow Between Us

For a moment, I touched you again; with that soft cord that still ties our childhood together.

When Mira vanished into the silence of her own remembering, something on the other side of the veil remembered her too.

What happens when we are ready to move forward from our trauma?

Depression becomes the battle that we fight with ourselves. Which side of our willpower will win?