Author: Kristina Snyder
The Aging of Timber
I hate to see her declining with age. It’s subtle, but I see the change. The way she falters going up the stairs, or ...Tending my Garden
It’s beautiful! It’s wonderful! It’s magical to see the creativity coming back to me. Yet, procrastination is still an enemy. I wait so long ...Walking on Eggshells
Tread lightly, for this is fragile ground. Be careful not to stumble. Turn your voice down. Be sure to wear a smile. Don’t let ...Peeling Back the Layers
If I give this my all and I do not succeed, maybe it was not meant to be. Perhaps this is not who I ...Weary Traveler
Weary traveler, tired and worn. How long have you weathered this storm? Have your travels made you wild and untamed? Weary traveler, how have ...Searching for Answers
Lightning flashes across the sky as thunder rages somewhere nearby. I’m finding peace throughout the storms, Breaking free from society’s norms Of going to ...I Stopped to Listen
I stopped to listen to life around me. I paused my scrolling when I heard a familiar story. It was a childhood favorite. So, ...Life Doesn’t Stop
Life doesn’t stop for death. It is only halted for a moment. Death makes a mockery of life while life continues— strong, unwavering, like ...The Darkness of Your Absence
I do not have the words to say. How I wish that you could stay. I wish I could tell you about my day. I wish I ...










