The harp sounds at each passing breeze, but that does not mean the tune is masterfully played.

It's in my genes. My mother was an opera singer. I'm clearly dramatic.

The Drew Carey Show.

I wished to no longer hear the grayed bones crunching underneath the brush or feel the now inexorable fear that seemed to work its way inside my rib cage, rocking me at my core.

I let the wound fester and grow, feeding on the silence between us. I learned then a crucial truth: that a relationship between two people can be judged by the list of things unspoken between them.

All paths are present, always... and we can but choose among them.