Flowers are so sad, the way they don’t life forever. It’s also sad how we expect them to be beautiful, when really it is out of their control. So what if their petals are falling? They can’t help it, can they? They can’t live past their prime and live up to all of our expectations.…

A friend tried her hand at writing today, and she wrote this. She doesn’t have a blog, so I’m posting it for her with her permission and anonymity. — I’m nine. My mom has just been hit by my dad, and she hits the floor. Nose first perhaps, because she has a nosebleed. I remember…

Universal languages are cool. They are really simple in phenomena, but powerful. The idea that you can communicate with anyone in the world, regardless of their language or country of origin or upbringing, because there is a shared understanding of something core to humanity.  Grief, for example, is universal. We all cry, all mourn, all…