Month: December 2019

I debated using the format where two voices, both in my head, are talking to each other for this post. It’s always pretty much the same. One voice in my Id, my emotional side, the one that cries at movies about loss and transition and emotional evolution like Dead Poets Society (that side also bawls … Continue reading Busted Brain Journal: December

From three rows back from the altar, I stared into the little girl’s eyes and into her heart, I smiled at her smile as tears streamed down my face. Without thinking, took my father’s hand in my left and my mother’s hand in my right. The choir sang a stream of songs, one intertwined with … Continue reading Tiny Blossom