Only the sound of my typing.
The cold creeps in through the window.
Surrounded by my artwork and the soft touches of my personality.
The smell of coffee and pastries through the vent.
top of page
Search
Related Posts
See AllI worked for a startup and survived the PTSD episodes. I'm healthy enough to finish writing my book and relive the trauma. I've learned to manage my blood sugar level. I've picked up art. Painting and
"We're all out of compact cars, but we have an SUV for you. It's no additional cost." We just arrived in Destin, Florida for my birthday. It was a place I had wanted to go for a while. I imagined the
Where the sand dances around the center. Surrounded by shades of cold water. Where there's silence and mystery. But filled with love and compassion.
bottom of page