Hundreds of miles, gorgeous scenery and I still drove home alone. But not for long
It's not just love. It's friendships, too. They are falling like the yellow holly leaves on my deck
There's alone. Lonely. Isolated. Lots of words for what we simply do not need to be feeling, but we're allowing ourselves to be manipulated into it
What happens when we redefine what Big Love really means?
The terrible cost of forever chasing money to get us the two things we can't buy: Love and Time