Coach. Mother. Fellow Traveler. http://hjrho.com.
When I kiss your headat the gateit is a pressedprayer. Love,stay with this girl.Help her rememberto whomshe belongs,that she belongsto you.
(or, For the Next Time We Want to Hurl Ourselves Out of a Window)
Let’s stop this talkingand sing.
No wrong no rightno you no me.
The pain only makesthe melody sweeter.
Why is it so hard to embrace our own power? To own our gifts? To even say out loud, “I have gifts.” To present…