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. Grief...

In the eye of the beholder

The saying goes, “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder” and I have been thinking about this a lot. but My mind kept coming back to this saying, we know it to be true of beauty but what about...