Heal Through Story
A part of my journey is intertwined with my grandmother’s. I lay beside her small fragile frame and listen to
A part of my journey is intertwined with my grandmother’s. I lay beside her small fragile frame and listen to
The midnight train whistle bellows in the distance. Edward’s hand is placed over his chest and if he lay
“The past is not a burden… It is a scaffold which has brought us to this day. With this understanding,