Make Peace With It
The morning dew on my feet, as I walk through wet grass, is grounding. The fresh...
Sharing and showing the experiences of a single mom
The morning dew on my feet, as I walk through wet grass, is grounding. The fresh...
Our circumstances and experiences carve us into who we are. They determine the path in a...
These thoughts on paper I want to let them be because they are consuming. The inner...
“One, too many times my heart’s been crumbled on the floor so I had to live...
I went searching for peace and I came back with you. The unplanned, unchartered territory of...
I try to understand the burning behind my eyes. Filled with the strength of unexplained and...
We often say these words, “I am keeping it together.” What exactly does that mean? Is...
I can count the number of times I thought these words. When will it be my...
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