Star Kava Author

Photo Courtesy of Nathan Hainline Photography. Model Cassady Rose. All rights to the above photo belong to the photographer.   Strength is something you don’t know you have until it is the only thing you have left. Strength is subjective though. Sometimes it is displayed in the physical sense. More often than not, strength is displayed in ways others, including one’s self, take for granted. Sometimes the simple act of forcing yourself to draw breath for one more day requires more strength than anyone could know. You wake up and plaster on a smile, when all you want to do is scream or cry and just push forward. The reason you choose to do so is different for everyone who struggles with the same issue. The image of my child always hovers in my mind when I close my eyes and draw my first deep breath of the day. Most of the time, she is my only reason for everything—my only reason to exist. Strength is a fickle thing. When I consider my entire reason for re...

No pomp, just S#!t Storm Storm   “Storm.”   The honey voice I hadn’t heard in months surrounds me in its embrace. My eyes fall shut, and I draw in a deep breath, pausing mid step toward the firms entrance. Jackie, the receptionist from the publicity department, who I just ate lunch with, stops and looks between the barer of the voice and me. Her eyes widen when they fall on him, and her cheeks flush.   “Uhhh, I will see you later Storm.” She says, as she skitters through the doors, but not so fast, that she does not take another glance at Jax, who I can now feel just steps away from me.      Traitor . I exhale and turn slowly to face him. My eyes trained to the sidewalk. I have done everything in my power to avoid him over the past six months. Up until this point, I had been successful.   “Hello, Jax.” My voice is quiet and pathetic. It was one night Storm. Get a grip.   He takes a step closer, and I can see his beaten up engineer...