It’s not our job to toughen our children up to face a cruel and heartless world. It’s our job to raise children who will make the world a little less cruel and heartless.
48 Shades of Lightning
Taken from last night’s thunderstorm.
(color hues are unretouched)
Call your mother. Tell her you love her. Remember you’re the only person who knows what her heart sounds like from the inside.
when you write
you need to write from the place
that you’re scared to touch
feel the pressure of the pen
painful against your gut
Sometimes it is the smallest thing that saves us: the weather growing cold, a child’s smile, and a cup of excellent coffee.