Creativepreneur with a love of storytelling, all things cozy, and soul-led business life.
It was a hot August afternoon when we first heard the word hospice. Tears pouring into my face mask, holding my husband's hand, numbly leaving the hospital. Hospice. Our whole world was irrevocably changed.
By Sonya Highfield3 years ago in Families
I have the distinct feeling that I can see out but no one can see in. Despite the clear glass, and the fact that there was nothing but desert expanding in every direction, I feel protected. Safe. Peaceful.
By Sonya Highfield4 years ago in Fiction
