I don’t know how to live in a world where my little girl skips past broken relics of violence Where she asks me to hold her lollipop amid the echos of anger and smiles in the sunshine knowing nothing …
On Hurt and Hope
Without the hope of change, we’ll rob ourselves of something to fight for. I know it’s hard to even fathom that there’s a light at the end, that we’ll escape the hatred of racism and the sneaky oppression of …
Art of the Apology
I was engaged once before Brian, well, more like one and a half times, but I will leave that detail packed up for another day. Anyway, he and I used to have epically long “fights.” That word is in quotes …
Idolatry of Magnitude
My world has shrunk. My days revolve around her tiny cries and constant need for food and attention. We sleep a little, eat and then repeat. I would not have it any other way. The first time I gave birth …