It’s one of those mornings. The house is quiet except for the sound of my fingers on the keyboard. Ralph is still fast asleep—he had a late-night meeting, poor guy….
When the Clouds Match My Mood: Musings on Envy, Gratitude, and Life’s Mysteries
Drifting In Silence
One night, under soft lights and laughter, we drifted into a night meant for celebration. Joy danced on the air like whispers, but my heart? It was a quiet observer,…
The Fine Line Between Connection and Comparison
Today was supposed to be one of those peaceful Sundays—a day meant for recharging and finding some semblance of balance before diving headfirst into another week. I had my usual…
