28 days into a dark summer
I’m tired. So very. Jake must be tired–where’s he sleeping? Did he eat today? Now, every time I see a homeless person, I think, That’s some mother’s child. I had compassion before; this is different. Before, I speculated and sympathized. Now I know. How can I build something good from this? I’ve started something rough–if… Read More 28 days into a dark summer