Tears have always made me uncomfortable. Especially my own.  Signs of weakness or weirdness depending upon the situation.  Brush them away.  Hold them back.  I've hated the feeling of not being in control--of my heart, mind, or emotions.  And these sneaky, salty drops escaping from my eyes are tell-tale giveaways.  They won't be stopped.  This … Continue reading Listening to Tears