I once read a quote that said; "Grief is just love with no place to go." For some reason, since reading this quote, I find that its words often crawl over my mind when I open my eyes in the morning and when I close them at night. I think that perhaps, on some simple … Continue reading Strange New World: Where Do I Put All Of This Love?
“Dorothy now took Toto up solemnly in her arms, and having said one last good-bye she clapped the heels of her shoes together three times, saying... ." A story should follow a pattern, right? A beginning, a middle and an end. So what happens when a story is abruptly cut short before we reach the … Continue reading Valley Walking: Sudden Endings.