We wait in shadows, hollow-eyed, Our bodies worn, but still we stand— No dreams of freedom, no hope of light, Just death’s slow march,...

We wait in shadows, hollow-eyed, Our bodies worn, but still we stand— No dreams of freedom, no hope of light, Just death’s slow march,...

While reflecting on how my relationship with adventure has evolved over time, shaped by both the external circumstances of life and your...

My grandmother, married to a coal miner, had a profound understanding of focus and perseverance. Though this quote was later attributed...

The Death of Hope and the Search for New Meaning When hope dies, it often leaves an emptiness that can feel impossible to fill. Hope...

I’LL STILL BE LOVING YOU When your hair has turned to winter and your teeth are in a plate, when your getter up and go has gone to stop...