Why?
The refusal to accept defeat has been both my strength and my weakness. An inability to accept anything but success can be a curse, indeed. I have survived because of it, and I have bled because of it. Yet, knowing when to hold on and when to let go has been a...
Feral Hearts and Faithful Hands
There’s something strangely captivating about feral cats. Mysterious. Independent. Wounded, yet brave. You don’t own them. They don’t follow rules. But somehow, when you set food out and keep doing it day after day—when they see that you’re not going to hurt...
Triggers
From time to time, a new buzzword shows up in our language, and almost overnight, it’s on every tongue because it feels cool to be one of the first to adopt the latest expression. Sometimes I’m guilty of that, too—even if I’m not entirely sure I’m using the word...