The Cracks that Make us Whole
I was seven months pregnant when I found an injured baby bird hopping around the middle of the road in
Love
That Look of More Than Love
Ever had that look in your eye? Not the look of that dapper man staring straight into your soul, but
My dear hyper-sensitive daughter, I feel for what you’re in for
My dear baby girl, I see it starting. When I put your jacket on and your sleeve bunches up and
read more My dear hyper-sensitive daughter, I feel for what you’re in for
Tiny Human
I stand leaning over the side of your crib, forearms resting on the hard plastic frame. At least I think it’s
