Jennifer
     Elaine
          Walker

If you cannot let yourself feel the music, you will never let yourself heal, or grow, or thrive. You will never feel truly alive. You...

Inky black, again. Those deep, deep pools. She spilled the ink Again. He took the pen. He wrote her story. They read it aloud to each...

Are you home now, here? Or is this yet another temporary abode on you transient journeying? Did you make it to your mother's house? Your...