Our Life As A River.

How is your life like a river? Who do you thank? They say that we can never go home again. I’ve always wondered about that and over the years have come to understand that we are like rivers. “No river can return to its source, yet all rivers must have a beginning.” Your river had …

My Life As Compost

How did I begin thinking about my life as compost? Well, I had a lot of garbage in my life: betrayals, incest, losses, adversities, failures, and set-backs. What do you do with all that? I was one of the lucky ones who found story. I was offered chances by people who knew the secret of …

60 Seconds Story Prompt Friday When You Were Too Young To Remember