Missing Pieces of Me is a reflection written in response to the #FridayReflections prompt of ‘missing’. Missing Pieces of Me Early one morning it hits her And sends her reeling – The realization of what had happened. How gradually and quietly She had fallen apart. The gaping hole in her…
“When was the last time you cried?” she asked, Looking into his soulful eyes, Eyes that made her recall a love of long ago. “The last time I cried…” he began Then he laughed and said, “I never cry.” But his eyes spoke to her and She knew that it…
You are the victim, yes, you are! Not of your circumstances necessarily, but of your mind telling you that you are one. The moment we start to believe that we are victims, we begin to act in a way that can be very self-defeating. One of the most powerful books…