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.
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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
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
