Hands

Hands

My mother had the softest hands of anyone I have ever known. When I was small, she would stroke the bridge of my nose to help settle me in for the night. And often would do the same to assist in quieting my tears.

Squirrel

You’re on your usual quiet morning. You’re already either busy with work or still ogling over the latest news on the internet. Enter one of your workmates. A short distance separates you and the office entrance, and you hear workmate greet the security with a “Good morning!” at the top Read more…

No Borders

So, I was asked, “Why do you stay loyal to those who barely deserve it?”   …those people need me. People may have turned their backs on me, but these people I understand more than my ego saying “quit on ‘em”. Besides, miracles do happen. I may be their lifeline, Read more…