Silence is the best answer to a fool.

Funny how all things people don’t understand seem to be ‘cursed’.

All through the night, she battled herself. Or battled to know herself. She fell apart and then put herself back together and then she fell apart again and put herself back together, over and over.

I slammed the door in the child's face, a horrific scream trapped in my throat.

Is it not the worst pain to know there is a cure for your child's illness and then not be able to obtain it? Oh it must be the one of the worst types of pain in the world.

We cried and sobbed and wept and bled tears. But when we were finished, all we could do was continue living.

People get inspired to write, paint, draw, sing, sculpt, dance in many different ways. And there are many types of art. But the one thing that they all have in common is that they are all a sort of magic. Sometimes the magic flows from one’s fingers, other times it is transferred to the person who experiences the result. Magic has always worked in mysterious ways.