Childhood – What if…

by Ellen S.

Other People’s Children

How do you teach them compassion and loving without a hug? But with a smile on their lips? With love in their eyes?

by Ellen S.

The sting bleeds out from the open wound and spreads through my chest into my heart,

by Ellen S.

my partner is my dog and I live in a room in a house with a family I met through an Airbnb rental. And, I am mostly happy!

Anger and fear are drivers that often seem drunk. They lead us down conversations we might wish we had rather not had.

by Ellen S.

Inside I know everything is working out. Not by magic and not by force, but by letting possibilities unfold.

by Ellen S.

The thing was, I still felt some part of those houses belonged to me. Well, they certainly belonged to my memories.