You can call me whatever you want, but you remain a coward if you never want to speak to me about it.

What a hypocrite. And no, I'm not afraid to call you that because I have witnessed what you do and what you say.

But that's all I will do. Because I know that if I build on this bitterness, it can only turn inward and harden myself. I will let it go.

Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.

The story of the 2 copper coins.


Subtly referenced, and so apt to the situation.


It begins once they step foot into the place.


It's been a long time since I blogged. Hmmmm.