Sacrificial People in Sacrificial Zones
I fear for my child(ren) for my grandchildren they want to steal my voice & put it in a pipeline
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So Much Beautiful Space: Clearing the way for a new narrative
My being is not synonymous with struggle. My being is not interchangeable with the sound of something breaking under the
7 Years of Sobriety: The Power of Choice
June 2014: Moustache man danced with his shoulders circling backwards as if he was engaged in an armless backstroke on
On Being a Woman Who Was Left: Cultivating Love in the Hollowed Out Spaces of My Heart
Several years ago my five year old cousin walked into the living room and asked me why I was crying.
