I say a silent prayer for every animal I see dead on the street.
I sporadically tell my friends they are beautiful and that I love them…just so they know. It’s horrible not to know.
Watching the news is unbearable sometimes. All the time.
Somewhere, right now, statistically, is a young woman trapped. Just like in the movie Room. That KILLS me.
Why aren’t people kinder to those with disabilities?
When my sister cries, it leaves bullet wounds in my soul. I can’t take away her pain. But God I wish I could.
How have we not done more to help the Syrian Refugees? How?
Animal abuse -especially systematic abuse for profit- keeps me up at night.
My mother looks so small when she thinks of my grandfather. I wish I could breathe wind into her. I wish I could fill her back up. Sometimes I think we just have to feel sad.
I killed a cockroach today. I don’t think that my fear of him was justification for his murder and I feel badly.
You can laugh if you want…but I truly do.