"you are killing me, softly," i wrote, but blogged, instead of said... silence is golden, and black, patterned in bruise-purple elephants, unspoken, large and small (issues) alike, bearing down heavy, stretching the fabric of our lives in unimaginable and irretrievable fashions... relationships take work. and time. and decisions. split second and yearlong and ever-after kinds...the [...]
bruise-purple elephants
Nonfiction Woman 