Tag Archives: tender

Her name is Anna. That is the only “other” thing I know about her. It is kinda sad really. We literally spent days together.We laughed, she watched me cry, she saw me pray, she watched me walk out when I just couldn’t take it anymore. She was always–there. When alarms would ...

I was sitting here in my kitchen, working, when I noticed the grinding whirr of a lawnmower outside. A very familiar sound of summer—it’s grass cutting time. I live in a condo, so I am not the one who has to take on that responsibility (thankfully), but whoever holds that ...