When the fairytale is broken

I have always loved fairytales. Magical worlds in which to escape full of intrigue, hero’s, villain’s, and of course, goods fight against evil. I use to have my own fairytale, my own story of how I dreamed my life would...

Grieving what is lost

  The tears fall staining the front of my dress. Sobs rack my body and I struggle to catch my breath. There is pain deep in my chest, twisting knots that feel like my heart is tearing. This is grief....