The price of love is the sorrow of learning to speak in past tense.
I arrived 15 minutes early. The classroom operated in organized chaos. I interrupted the flow. “I’m sorry! Did I come too soon?” The teacher smiled and said it was ok. I scanned the room for my little boy. There he was. He had been crying. They had just moved to their next station, and I guessed he was… Read More
Eleonora Stein “OH MY GOODNESS!” The petite brunette spun on her heels in surprise. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you. I am just taken aback by how wonderful this is!” I laughed. The space was full of color, light, and a refreshing sense of stepping into a world where judgement did not exist. She offered me a tour… Read More
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