Letters to the children I'll never have

 

Maternal wisdom

I do not come bearing gifts, nor do I offer a bosom for you to rest your defeated head upon as you sulk about your misfortunes. I am both your...
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When My Daughter Cries

I see the pain behind her eyes, with an avalanche of tears held back by an empty smile. Wandering the ruins of a psyche once owned by the “it's okays...
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