Momma BirdMom. Mother…these words foreign to our tongue. A cocktail of the salty taste of tears on our faces and blood on our fists, finished with a…Apr 14, 2021Apr 14, 2021
My Adult Fears Come From Child FearsIt was 2am. I don’t know if it was the wine that I had during dinner or the after dinner tea that kept me awake. I was in a very happy…Feb 7, 2021Feb 7, 2021
Harvesting Growth Through TraumaTraumas. While they no longer haunt me they are embedded within me. I still struggle with them from time to time, knowing they control my…Jan 29, 2021Jan 29, 2021
