This Changes Everything
A poem about being enough.
Read moreA poem about being enough.
Read moreMay I stay steady. May I not give in to despair. May I channel my anger and grief into effective,
Read moreI wrenched my back last week, and nine-year old Etta has been very concerned, seeing me wince in pain as I hobble around the house. Last night as I was stiffly and carefully tucking her into bed, she said, “Your spine is being bad! It’s hurting you!”
Read morea poem about childhood abuse, facing fear, and healing
Read more“Mommy was in jail,” Etta casually announced, as she swung her feet on the exam table in the doctor’s office during her annual checkup. At eight years old, Etta is a tall girl, in the 95th percentile for height. And, apparently, somewhere in the bottom 5% for tact.
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