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She walked with her head down and a single flower in her hand. She started off slowly but picked up pace the closer she got to him. The church was completely silent as if disbelief itself had taken over the hundreds of people intently watching. It still didn’t feel real. This couldn’t be real. He was too young to die. These kids are too young to lose their friend. But it was real, and it hit me the moment I watched my 16-year-old daughter place a flower on top of her friend l

This season can feel heavy. As if, the icy terrain is there to haunt us. It blankets our land with a distinct unwelcomed greeting. The cold finds its’ way to our bones and forces a stillness to preserve every ounce of warmth we have left. The sun takes its’ leave hours before the day is meant to end. It feels like a betrayal in some sense. As if, the winter had its’ way and won. The chill settles in for the night pushing us into our fictional warmth we crafted to survive. The

The night has fallen. Light knows no name here, except for the littlest beings shining through gloom, lighting the way. Some call them...

The world feels too heavy. It has felt like this for a while, but now, now it feels like we are carrying the weight of EVERYONE. If...