Tell Me You Are Free
Tell me it doesn’t hurt anymore, Mother. Reach out from where you are. I’m still here, on Earth, haunted by the fear that there were moments when I didn’t love you enough. Or worse, that you didn’t know I did. Tell me you knew, and that you know now. Give me a sign that says… Continue reading
I wrote my first story when I was a wee girl of three, followed by my first poem when I was eight. I’ve been writing ever since as a way to cope with life. This practice evolved with learning in both structured settings and through the practice, itself. In my own healing crisis, I found a process I affectionately refer to as Poetic Alchemy. Now on the journey of getting my life back, I do this not only for myself but for you.