“The scarecrow” by Walter De La Mare
I wanted to touch him to make him feel seen and loved and acknowledged and give that inanimate object a sense of belongingness. In my eyes, he was a living breathing being, with lonely arms and empty heart.
8 Things Every Woman Should Stop Doing Instantly
Life would be so much different if we lived in a utopian world, where women were heard, felt seen, honored, respected and allowed to take up space without any guilt. But since it’s not, it’s on us to take that ownership and make people in your life learn how to treat you well.
Eternal Love Of Grandparents
How do you let go of the hurt that comes with death of someone you love? How do you manage your grieving heart? This post is an attempt to nurse my wounded and grieving heart and…. to remember, to keep the memory alive!
