“Yet something else trickles in between the cracks of this despairing thought. The hope of something to fill that emptiness. The hope that, perhaps, I have found it already. And suddenly hope is a thing alive, soaring in me. Its… — Ashlee Willis Copy Share Image
“I remember myself as a child, pudgy and awkward and unsure of myself. For a moment I wonder how anyone could love such a… — Ashlee Willis Copy Share Image
“Yet something else trickles in between the cracks of this despairing thought. The hope of something to fill that emptiness. The hope that, perhaps,… — Ashlee Willis Copy Share Image
“Do not lose your heart," she said. What she did not tell me was that the surest way to lose it was to hold… — Ashlee Willis Copy Share Image
