The year is 1994 and I am a mere six years old. Riding in the back seat of Mom's van with the sliding door, a song comes on the radio. The guitars blare and the drums thrum and this voice... the powerful soulful voice of Dolores O'Riordan envelops my soul. My heart soars, as I… Continue reading Linger
It's been four years and still August 14th is a hard day for me. It isn't like today is any different from any other day, really. One doesn't suddenly start grieving just because a certain day comes up. But it is more tangible somehow. There was just so much that went into our friendship. I… Continue reading Missing you, Still.