When I turned sixteen, my sister planned a whole day for just the two of us. She wanted to make sure I felt special. Celebrated. And she wanted to be the one to…

My sister’s favorite flower was a daisy. I’ve always found that fitting. Daisies are unpretentious. They’re welcoming. The kind of flower that blooms beautifully for anyone and everyone. Daisies are far from the…

The hardest part of loving other people is the risk that one day, they will leave a hole in your heart. A hole shaped just like them. The kind of hole that can…

Our dreams are funny things. Not the kinds we have when we’re asleep. Although, those can be strange all on their own. But the dreams we have for our lives at any given…