I'm writing this on Christmas Eve, about 24 hours before you'll be reading it. I read through diary entries that are barely eighteen...

To the season of Spring, 🌸🌹🌺🌷 I have grown and healed as a person alongside the daffodils and cherry blossom that grow in my village....

Train of Thought is nearly eighteen months old. In last year's journal I expressed how my lifelong wish for readers was coming true, and...