Home of the Brave

About chocolate: "This is what laughing tastes like.

Today, tomorrow, sooner or later, you will meet someone who is lost, just as you yourself have been lost, and as you will be lost again someday. And when that happens, it is your duty to say "I've been lost, too. Let me help you find your way home.

I remember something my mama used to say on dark days: If you can talk, you can sing. If you can walk, you can dance. Ganwar, I whisper, what if she never comes?

If you can talk, you can sing. If you can walk, you can dance.

I try to understand, but all I hear is a river of words, rushing and thundering and pushing me beneath the surface. Now and then a word I know darts up like a sparkling fish, but then it’s all dark moving water again.

Our stories don't make their homes in heavy books. We hold our stories in our songs.

I hear the fear and hope fighting in my voice.

The grocery store has does and does of color, of light, of easy hope. Hannah moves down the aisle, but I stand like a tree rooted firm, my eyes too full of this place, with its answers to prayers on every shelf.

The grocery store has rows and rows of color, of light, of easy hope. Hannah moves down the aisle, but I stand like a tree rooted firm, my eyes too full of this place, with its answers to prayers on every shelf.

His voice was deep, like a storm coming, but gentle, like the rain ending.

A hole can be as real and solid as a boulder or a tree.

She is like a newborn sun, fresh with promise, the just beginning moments before the day fills like a bucket with good and bad, sweat and longing.

Those are the stars that will guide my path home.

Life changes, so you must hope.

Kek finds sun when the sky is dark.