Sometimes when we write, words flow. They just come. We can hardly scribble or type them fast enough.
Other times, words are hard to come by. They hide. We sit with a blank paper or screen and just stare.
Harvey. Earthquake. Irma. September 11. DACA.
It’s hard to find the words.
Kindness. Compassion. Neighbors helping neighbors. Strangers helping anyone in need. Giving.
So many stories being told.
Words of hope. Let’s spread them.