Before I was a mother…I was a little girl.I played pretend and created my own imaginary world.I had tea parties…
I hold her hand, but dare not squeeze. I’m worried the fine mesh of bones will crumble in my sweaty palm. It’s silly…
In the six months he has been alive
Life blew into me as I drew out of you. Some days, it leaves through virulent words spewed like bullets in my direction. I grapple with a…
Despite the years,the second you enter,I immediately know you’re there — your presence rings alarm-bellsin the deepest recesses of…
Why does it surprise youthat Joy treats youlike a one-night standwhen you wear all the pain from your past like a…
Every Time He
Every time He pops up on my screen I think, “he’s home.”
Every time he calls me princess I feel my heartbeat speed up and the race between my heartbeat and pulse start to soar.
An outfit of name brands,
bubble gum popping, piercings
