Poetry Series – Letter to My Hurting Son

I’m not always the perfect mom and that’s not just my mom guilt talking, I just think it’s impossible to ever truly be the perfect mom. If we were perfect we wouldn’t be human, learning. Sometimes I think I’ve been a far less perfect mom than at other times, though. The thing I’m most proudContinue reading “Poetry Series – Letter to My Hurting Son”

The Way it Looked to Me – Part Three

Not all of my most impactful, most vivid moments have been bright and shining. I love, love so it primarily becomes my focus, but what love story comes without obstacles to overcome? Those moments where shit hits the fan and everything falls apart are equally as important to the success of a story as theContinue reading “The Way it Looked to Me – Part Three”