Gurl, Don’t be an Assh*le

Last week I was traveling with my toddler on the last leg of our long journey. She was exhausted and had not seen her father in eight days. The last time she and I flew, she could sit on my lap. Now, two and half years old and screaming bloody murder, she had to sit... Continue Reading →

The Depot

Intersecting dreams Bulging seams Baggage of yesterday Last month Last year…. When we started packing, It is never clear. But in they went, The Harsh words hurled, The Dreams deferred, The Masks The armor The weight your bare. Bags bulging Hopes high Brining every piece of our disguise False laughter Fearful joy The baggage of... Continue Reading →

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: