Love in The Time of a Pandemic

Self love, love from another, and everything in between is what gets us through.

It doesn’t happen often, but every once in awhile, I’m rendered speechless.

Today is rarely a good day for me. I lost my father 29 years ago today; he died by suicide. Not a day goes by when he doesn’t cross my mind at least once, but today, it’s all day.

I woke up this morning to one of the most beautiful pieces of writing I’ve read in a long time. My fe…