Strength in Numbers by A. Klesath

At my grandmother’s funeral I sit on the front row watching my mother speak. I am always in awe watching her stand so confidently in front of a crowd. She always speaks clearly and always smiles. Her 4’11” frame barely rises over the podium. As I watch her speak so highly of her mother I…

My Brother by A. Klesath

Originally posted on Angie Klesath:
I want to hear him laugh. I want to see him smile with those blue eyes shining. There is a purity lost inside him. In the instantaneous moment when I am lost inside his eyes, I see that he is free to laugh in spite of it all; free to let…