When the Children Cry

There is a soundtrack to my life. There are an endless amount of lyrics and tunes stored in my brain and the second something happens that triggers a feeling, a song begins to play. Today, I heard the White Lion ballad stirring around as I listened to an audio clip of children crying out for … Continue reading When the Children Cry

I Am Woman — Please Don’t Make Me Roar

I am woman; I am tired of roaring. For as long as I can remember, my throat burned from the constant constriction of my vocal cords fighting to be heard in a world where I was made second. From his rib, you were formed, by his side you shall stay… If it helps you accept … Continue reading I Am Woman — Please Don’t Make Me Roar