Written by Melissa Facchini I stand at the start of a bridge, one foot in the life I’ve known, the other reaching toward what’s becoming. As I walk, doubt whispers— second‑guessing, fragile confidence, the weight of doing this on my own. Fear doesn’t stop me, but it walks beside me. I move anyway, with breath, with softness, with an open heart. Each step teaches me I don’t need certainty— only trust in myself. On the other side waits a blank canvas. My life. My children. The

Come Back You were fierce and courageous I love that about you You were strong and unflinching I love that about you You could do anything you wanted to do, be anything you wanted to be I love that about you You were always there, you saved me I love that about you Where you stopped and I began was indistinguishable, we were one I loved you, so I loved myself   Where the rift began, where we drifted apart I cannot say I wasn’t even aware until you were gone And I was alone An

What a beautiful morning, as I open my eyes, looking out the big windows of my bedroom over the fields below.  I think again, how grateful I am to be here.  I always wanted to live in the country.  I have my own little space where I can walk with the dogs and enjoy nature.    Oh look, the family of turkeys have returned to have breakfast at the bird feeder, my birds won't be impressed and when I take the dogs out, it's going to turn into a circus.  As we head through to the k