telling stories through poetry & personal reflections
It’s been a January. Don’t give up on people. Build castles. Come without pretense, without warfare.
And if we get washed away, at least we will have the remnants of castles to leave behind. . .instead of lines that leave us all behind.
I love the word tenacity. I hope it’s part of my legacy. For now, it’s in a poem and to me,
tenacity looks something like this. . .
January is not the end. Spring is never too far to reach.
Here are some words for your wait.
My birthday was last week, and I love getting older.
I’m committed to soaking up every day in the life I have.
Here’s a window into the last decade.
