“Sit up straight,” Mama perpetually told me when I was a young girl. It’s the one thing my Mama told
Several years ago my five year old cousin walked into the living room and asked me why I was crying.
A discarded headline, a byline, a whisper your voices are barely audible I strain my ears to hear your truth
I sat in the middle seat of the plane headed back to Western Canada. I was feeling very much like