Those three words shooting off the screen blazing a trail to my heart to my guilt to my torment. Those three words lifting me from my burden sending my soul soaring flying high flying free. Those three words written to me to my past to my inner child to my hidden self Those three words … Continue reading Those Three Words
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Mother, May I?
Seven years. It's been seven years since I had some time that could be mine to do with as I please. The routine of my life consisted of pregnancies, depression, births, newborns, infants, toddlers and learning to nap when I got a chance. By the time my daughter turned three, my son was born. We … Continue reading Mother, May I?
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