The cost of peace
Grief is funnyin the way the ocean is funny—how it leaves the shore quietonly to come rushing backwithout warning. One momentI am laughing on the porch,sunlight on my shoulders,sending messages about tomorrow,about new places,about hope. Then a memoryslips through the airfor only a second—and suddenlythe tide returns. The room feels hollow.The bandage is gone again.And […]