I honestly forget who I am sometimes. I think I’m a writer. But writing’s ✍🏽 something I can do. I think of myself as “Mom,” especially because my people call me that – “Mom,” “Mama,”
Isn’t it nice when someone pays special attention to you? On your birthday…or, Mother’s Day…or, just any day? My soul position is alienation regarding certain people – people whom I would normally celebrate or expect
I saw a post on Facebook that summed up my inadequacy…and here I am. Writing to you. It was an admonition to ENJOY today. But… Early on, the onslaught began: One of the kids opened