This is the second thing I'm posting today as an apology for having been absent for so long--sorry! Please enjoy a poem I wrote for my family while I was in college. I Have Missed It All The first night I slept with two kind strangers And closed two tired eyes in sleep; I felt… Continue reading I Have Missed It All
I’ve always wondered about myself like one wonders about a stranger. You’d think I’d be an expert on what goes on inside my head, but I know I’ve got many blind spots, blind spots that I rarely notice until they hit me like a truck. Still, what about the rest—the unknown flaws—and the true motivation of my heart?