Grief is like the ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim.
With a background in music journalism and business speak, Amy currently focuses her creative energy writing free verse poetry and haiku. The southern-born, northern-bred Michigander-turned-Tennessean-turned-Michigander likes circular things -- CDs, vinyl records, typewriter keys, conversations and tostadas.
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