There are stories all around you if you only take the time to look.

There has to be hope. Not because it already exists within you, but because it must exist, period. There is no option to lay down because you’re feeling hurt. There is no alternative. It is not live or die. It is live or live. Not because you want it that way, or because you’ve willed it that way. But because it must be that way.

There is hope all around us-in every breath, in every raindrop.

In her room at the prow of the houseWhere light breaks,and the windows are tossed with linden,My daughter is writing a story..