May 24, 2018 | All Authors, I. Grey
I don’t remember the weather or what I had for breakfast, but I remember my outfit: a pastel sweater of green, pink, and yellow with pink leggings to match. I preferred life in the background, but I felt pretty in that ensemble; not the kind of pretty other people...Aug 24, 2017 | I. Grey, Memoir
All profound love ends. Or so I’ve been told. As a child, I thought the most important thing in life was being happy, that one day I would find myself floating on waves of clarity with nothing but truth ahead. But the waves were stilled with doubt. Instead, I learned...