The air is sharp and it stings my eyes causing them to tear more than what they already have been doing on their own. Each inhale fills my lungs with cold and each exhale shows the breath as it leaves my body. The morning is dark and still and quiet,
Two trees grew strong and proud side by side in the same field. Day and night they were exposed to the same elements and their roots grew to the same depth. Each season visited the trees at the same time and they experienced them in the same manner. Wintertime covered
For every story that I have had the honor to write, for every woman who is brave enough to open up and talk about chapters in her life that are perhaps messy and ugly, rather than the ones brimming with victory and success, I want to thank you. You see,
By nature, I am not a weepy person, which is odd given the fact that my background and roots, deep, deep roots are in theatre. Now, I didn’t say I wasn’t dramatic or “extra” at times, but in real everyday life I don’t cry a lot. Until. Until a seventeen
