You Were Loved That Much
A discarded headline, a byline, a whisper your voices are barely audible I strain my ears to hear your truth
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Challenging the Internal Script
I sat in the middle seat of the plane headed back to Western Canada. I was feeling very much like
Walking With Our Sisters While Standing With Our Daughters
My Auntie called me today leaving a voicemail, Helen call me back when you get this. Auntie never calls. Auntie
Water. Women & Water
In the bath I am cognizant of the fact that I am s u r r o u n d
