The art of living · the storm
Storms
Some days the sky cracks open. The hard thing arrives — sudden, loud, sure of itself — and leaves a silence heavier than the noise it made. Here we don’t look away. We name them plainly, because even the breaking is part of the becoming.
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Keep this Bloom!
The air in the dark that fills me, shapes me, nurtures me, then refills me again, is the reason why we Bloom. Thank you Ms. Cummings and all of you that see me, see why writing in this manner matters. I cherish and love you all.
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Keep stories about grief and love for children through books like Bloom!
Before the end of today, about 1,200 children in the U.S. will lose their parents. This translates to about 432,000 children annually. By the time most children turn 18, at least 1 in 13 of them would have lost a parent. My first death experience was as a teen through the loss of grandmother and…




