Hard Things Category Archives

NOT THE END

In my head, this poem is a song. But either way, it’s for the people I love who are hurting …

EMPTY

I can’t even count how many fabulous things have walked out my front door this past week, off to start a …

IN BETWEEN

One sunset from Good Friday. One sunrise from Easter. Some might call it the place in between the despair and the hope. But, really, the only …