Happy 2024! I hope that your year is off to a great start! Mine is, mostly anyway. The beginning of a new year is a funny thing. I don’t know if you’ve ever felt this way, but for me a new year can feel … like a lot of pressure? That isn’t a popular opinion,... Continue Reading →
I saw a decorative sign a few weeks ago in the clearance section of a local craft store. it was gold and sparkly and very cheerful, and read: “New year, new me!” It was most likely a relic of the New Year’s decor section, now long gone for the season. The sign really, truly annoyed... Continue Reading →
I love looking at the lights on the Christmas tree. I think that’s what I'll miss most when the season is over. There is a lot of hope in the lights. They seem to contain a million thoughts—a welcome of rest and peace for the moment, promises of hope and answered prayers for the future.... Continue Reading →
Happy Thanksgiving! If this is a day you celebrate, how are you celebrating today? For me, Thanksgiving has always been a special day. More than the food, more than the get togethers, more than anything really, Thanksgiving has always been about reflection. For me the day is a sort of pause, a day where time... Continue Reading →
Who will you be, 2021? And who will I be, by the time you’re over? It is a habit of mine, at the beginning of a new year, to sit and think very hard about the next year and who I’ll be by the end of it. It’s become important to me, as integral as... Continue Reading →
It had been a soul-crushing sort of day. The type of day that makes you question why you continue pursuing your dreams...and not only question but totally reject even the thought of getting back up and trying again. The sky opened up as I was walking home and I entered my house drenched. Too tired... Continue Reading →
I met her at the end of a long winding road. It had not been an easy trip. Thoughts ran through my mind as I traveled down the path. There was anger, sadness and regret. Dozens of things I wanted to say. Questions, accusations...I wanted to yell at her. To ask her why. Why she... Continue Reading →
Winter Betancourt 