Ever feel like your heart is being pulled in different directions. So many things tug at my heart and demand attention. I give pieces of my heart away to anxious thoughts and lesser things all the time. My heart becomes unintentionally divided. Pulled in different directions, I don't move forward.

I've developed deep wrinkles in between my eyebrows. you know, they call them elevens. I’ve decided I’m going to view them as a...

What's chasing you?

I feel like time is breathing down my neck and etching "I was here", on my face. I need rapid wrinkle repair. Okay that sentence is fun...

What are you writing on your heart? What do you repeat to yourself until it's engraved there? Is it guilt or shame?