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 …
The Glittery Pink Invitation
While most days my neighborhood feels like a charming halo of retirees and wrinkles, I sensed there were other young mothers nearby. The signs of tiny life were tucked away in my memory – a toy left out in the …