Storygram #200
He’d already sold his boat to afford her birth. Not to mention proms, college, and someday a wedding.
Storygram #154
An old candy cane made out of a pipe cleaner with alternating red and white beads slipped over it was the first ornament his daughter had made for him. It was also her last. He hung it on the tree, remembering that nothing lasts forever, but there are always memories to cherish.
Storygram #141
They skipped up to the little chapel with their hands locked in an inseparable tangle. All they heard was their own laughter. All they thought was of the happiness they shared. All they felt were their rapidly beating hearts pumping out adrenaline saturated with love.
Storygram #125
There are some spaces that you just remember. Your experience within them was so intense that you can recall the smells, sounds, and every detail you saw, right down to a misplaced string of fabric in the seat where you were sitting.
Storygram #92
The trades are never avoidable. We can dodge them. We can narrowly escape their grasp, but they always catch up to us at some point. It begins with one slip up.