A chance to win a free copy of Closed Doors.
Can you give me what Eggslut did?
…the train I take to work hit someone.
The memory didn’t go away overnight. It would come back unexpectedly, mixing up a cocktail of those awful feelings that poured into my heart like black ink.
…a lot of us confuse fulfilled with plain old filled. Filling your schedule, filling your days, filling your time…