And Then, Boom!

by Lisa Fipps

Half of me hates my mom. Half of me loves my mom. And somehow even with two hal ves, I don’t feel whole.

I went through so much because I didn’t tell anyone what was going on. But some things that happen in a family are so messed up, it’s hard to talk about it, even with your closest friends.

There’s one thing worse than hunger: watching someone you love go hungry.

In winter, all we can see is how lifeless the frozen ground is, but beneath the surface there are always tiny seeds of hope getting ready to spring to life and change everything.

There are three kinds of people. Some are hope-planters. Some are hope-squashers. Some are hope-restorers.

One day, I’m going back to my beloved old England. Everybody longs for home. Well, turns out there can be a problem with a one day wish. Sometimes you get it in a way you might not have wanted. It’s as if the universe wasn’t totally paying attention to what you said you wanted and only heard bits and pieces before it waved its wand and went to work.

If I had to calculate how long it takes to get over losing someone, the answer would be ∞.

I’m a balloon drifting along all on my own with no one left to hold the string.