After physical therapy today, I wondered if I overshared. My tiredness and overdoing it from the weekend weakened my guard and my mouth just freely moved, my brain without a barrier. They hadn't realized my surgery was so recent, but the way they said it and the continued conversation, there was an understanding my surgery... Continue Reading →
Villains of the Stories We Tell
My aunt died and was buried the week of my 12th birthday. My mom's oldest sister. My parents didn't want to mess with my day and moved her burial so it wouldn't fall on my day. Give me some kind of normalcy. That was always something I remembered, something I never wanted to forget. I... Continue Reading →
Seeing the Differences of Being Loved
If you could have seen the amazing amount of love one woman could provide... My mama was one strong woman to hold me up before my surgery. She had to watch as my entire world crumbled around me. She rallied for me and, while I didn't always show my appreciation, she kept me from losing... Continue Reading →
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