Writing is healing, and I have much to heal from.
When the leaves change and cold comes knocking, Heavens cry with blistering snow. Each day growing darker, mocking, Now we feel the missing glow.
By Terry Thompson2 months ago in Poets
My family moved from one small town to another in the summer of 2010. My mom had a new job and the 30 minute commute from our old house wasn't sustainable for us. I was excited for the new house, but sad to leave my friends behind.
By Terry Thompson5 years ago in Families
