The late afternoon sunlight cast itself in thick rays through the trees down to the forest floor. The golden beams were so dense she could hardly see through them. Evie stood in a quiet moment, surrounded by the rich forest's hush, listening to the occasional flap of wings or burrowing creatures. The soft floor was covered in a layer of thick pine straw, dotted with ferns and low brush in shades of green more intense and varied than she had seen in a long time. Where are we? She looked at the...

"If you believe you have felt their presence since their death, you’re right. If you believe they have sent you signs or messages, you’re right. If you believe you feel them around you on special days, celebrations, or important moments, you’re right."

Some days I feel like a line cook staring at a row of tickets, Not sure which one to do first Or if I really can do any of them at all. I...