The writing blog of ClilyArtistSpace

After trying your best to hold onto love, you learn to hold the love that holds you too.

I heard the door close I assumed you left sadness. a close closed sad sadness. slow breath. she cried and cried and cried. she looked out...

She was about six or seven years old when she came down the stairs to the basement where her parents were sitting.  There was something...

A mommy heart story.