I feel the shield you carry. It’s heavy like armor—impenetrable. In many ways, we all wear armor. We wear it around our hearts to keep the hurt out. The longer life breathes us in, the more bruises we collect and sometimes, they stick around. The faint black and blue—a reminder to hitch the shield up higher because you never know what will come of what. People with the heaviest armor tend to have the most tender hearts. To bear all that love to the world—it’s like getting too close to the sun. It will burn all of you up. My own heart has been broken many times over the years,...
The Risky Business of Heart Break
