The Correspondent

by Virginia Evans

We are born and grow through childhood in spring. We live those glorious, lively, interesting years of our twenties, thirties, forties in summer. We settle into ourselves in autumn, that cool but not yet cold time, rich and aromatic. And in winter we age (brutally) and die.

Seaons.of life

when someone(s) treats you poorly, it is a reflection of him or herself and the misery within the heart of them.

Misery bloves conplaNy

To make shark bait of someone’s life.

Clickbait

Grief shared, I think, can produce two outcomes. Either you bind yourselves together and hold on for dear life, or you let go and up goes a wall too high to be crossed.

2 paths

You get the one life. It’s awfully unfair, isn’t it?

One life

I believe one ought to be precious with communication. Remember: words, especially those written, are immortal. Sometimes, Caroline, the easiest inroad is to begin with a thank you, for a gift or a kindness or a letter, you know, and then take it from there. Answer every question they’ve asked, and ask your own, and you will have created a never-ending circuit of curiosity and learning.

Communicate

sometimes writing something difficult is easier.

Hard thoughts