Distance is not for the fearful, it is for the bold. It is not any heart which falls in love with foreign familiarity. It is risk taking, cliff diving, opening to the heavens. Maybe you feel raw from rubbing against your own culture. Maybe you hope to gain something in the home you join. Expectations … More Rewa.
Each morning begins as the last. As I sit in my kitchen sipping at my coffee, I watch through the steam of my mug and the rain filled window at the strangers’ lives changing before me. They do not know I am a witness to their story. I am a silent observer of their pain. … More stories over coffee…
She’s mesmerized. Never has she seen anything so beautiful. Its contours as they materialize in front of her find her lost. She touches them gently, letting her fingers grace over its soft and impervious perfection. A light shadow follows her fingers, as the moon reaches in the window, trying to keep up with her dance. … More dancing fingertips
She was finishing filling her sister’s Barbie suitcase. The big, stupid smile across Barbie’s big head plastered to the side of the pink bag mocked her five year old agony. She had her favorite stuffed animal, a box of cereal, and a change of clothes. It didn’t much matter what she brought, anywhere out of … More small fears and barbie suitcases
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