How can something so horrific have such an earthy, almost sweet scent? How could devastation be so quickly clothed in green new life? My mind wants to rebel against the idea, yet I couldn’t help
After writing a column for my small town newspaper for 6 years, I want to continue sharing my reflections on life’s lessons through metaphors and analogies that are realistic and relatable.
How can something so horrific have such an earthy, almost sweet scent? How could devastation be so quickly clothed in green new life? My mind wants to rebel against the idea, yet I couldn’t help