Grateful for Love

I turn to writing to process something. Often when I’m having a hard time. It’s my crutch to get through it.

My way to make sense of it. My way to find clarity. My way to find power in truth.

I use my voice to write about how perfectly imperfect life can be. That voice usually shares honest thoughts in my hard moments. What I’m not so vocal about is my easy moments.  Continue reading