This is my “Sorry, Not Sorry” story, and I’m not sorry for writing it. As women, we apologize. Constantly. For things we do that are benign and for things that really are not our fault. Bumping into someone in the grocery store. Accidentally cutting in front of someone while lost in your own thoughts while meandering through the mall. Crossing the street when it is your right of way, but the driver still cuts you off. However, it is never …
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In the absence of words, there is Silence, the true unspoken language In the absence of words, there is nothing Time stops. Ideas are lost. A bond is broken. Temporary? A mental block, a mental note. A revelation...and so... She sat down today to write a letter she never wrote. She sat down today to be heard but only Silence answered Her mind awhirl, her heart a flutter, the words failed her And of Silence there was more She sat …
