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Gone Too Soon, But Not Gone Forever

My step-sister was killed by a drunk driver when I was twelve years old.   My brother and I were standing in the kitchen making blueberry Eggo waffles.  The doorbell rings.  It was so very early in the morning one could only guess who it might be.  As I made my way toward the front door I was intercepted by my step-father; "Wait in the kitchen." he said. I watched him walk down the hall.  He ... Read the Post

I looked down and the Coke and gasped.  The bottle said, "Share a Coke with Jennifer."  The look of shock on Stephanies' face and the subsequent tears told me this wasn't premeditated.  She had just grabbed the drinks and didn't even notice.  But I did, and so did my step-sister apparently who put my fears to rest that she would in fact be at my wedding.

The Path of the Dreamer

  So many times in my life I have felt completely, and utterly lost. It didn't matter that I had a great job, good friends, or wonderful opportunities. For some reason, no matter what I did I always felt like I was somehow swimming upstream with no hope of ever finding my way. As I trudged along, I would find myself slipping deeper into despair wondering where I belonged. It was the cause ... Read the Post

I am a dreamer. I walk between worlds on the path of loneliness with a fearless heart. I keep my feet on the ground and my head in the clouds. I shoot for the moon and swing among the stars. I see with my eyes but listen with my heart.