What I miss the most is the people who made it worth it.
There is always room for one more at the table.
Disease does not care who you voted for.
The void he leaves behind is one that can never be filled.
The idea that my body suddenly had limitations, ones I had not actively chosen, was terrifying.
I’ve traded time spent in conversation with just passing time.
We fail to acknowledge how problematic our attitudes are when it comes to sexual assault.
The things I can touch are often all that remains of the people I’ve loved.
May you wake up this morning in a home still standing.
What keeps us human is the shared experience of living.