This is not Alopecia. This is grief. Lips pursed so only a little pray squeaks through because faith has left you. This is balding head, pale from months hidden behind a cleverly placed center part. This is Mr. Curtis blowing the reefer smoke from his mouth to your mouth, your mom doing a bump in the kitchen, while your baby brother lies curled at your feet, dreaming. This is lips pressed tight so only a little cry leaks through because… Keep Reading
This is my first post for December Reflections 2016 photography challenge. What’s on my table? The latest copy of Willow and Sage magazine just in time for DIY bath and body gift ideas for family and friends. Visit them online at https://stampington.com/willow-and-sage
Sometimes you cross paths with a personality that is as large as the moon. When I took the foto of these flowers, I had no idea how or if I’d use the picture, but it came to me yesterday after looking through my image gallery, I should give this foto to my dear friend Meg. She’s bright, glittery, and always the most interesting person in the room.