not for an assignment, but just because she felt like it, she told me. It is framed and hanging above her bed now. I hope she eats these words for breakfast every day for the rest of her life. I am grateful that right now, her 9 year old ...
and without naked honesty. And for so many reasons, I just haven’t been capable of it for a large part of 2014. But when it is simply too much to write the words down, I run straight into the waiting hum