“I held my faith like I held by breath. . .” * Those were not my words, but they could have been. It’s the feeling of holding o...

It’s times like these, I wish I were a poet. That the hundred thousand thoughts on my heart could succinctly transform themselve...

I love fall. It is my favorite season. It contains the perfect temperature, the most beautiful colors, the richest smells, and the mo...