As I sit beside my father’s bedside, time seems to bend. Each breath he takes feels sacred, and each moment that passes invites me to listen, not just with my ears, but with my soul. In this silence, ...

My legs determined when time was up, whether I’d gathered everything on my list or not. At the playground, I ignored my ...

I’ve always enjoyed the sensation of being woken up by sex, and I guess it came naturally with us – we would sleep and just ...