I still remember that morning like it’s carved into my memory — one of those days that divides your life into before and after. I was ten years old, sitting in the school cafeteria with a tray of scrambled eggs and toast in front of me. The hum of kids
Daddy, I know there are a lot of words left unsaid. The rain was pouring and it was dark. Why 12 in the morning, why didn’t you park? I have heard different versions of that night. But not even one of them seem right. They said you were coming
Hey there — I’m so glad you’re here. Embers and Ink began as a quiet thought, a whisper that maybe my stories and poems deserved a place to breathe outside the margins of my notebooks. It’s my corner of the internet to tell my story — piece by piece,
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