Motherhood Reflected
For some, a journey, a series of vignettes unfolding and clashing and changing. For some merely moments. For many a …
For some, a journey, a series of vignettes unfolding and clashing and changing. For some merely moments. For many a …
In seconds it sheds the grey skin on the horizon melting free of thin vapors a hot fiery yolk the …
In the tropics where you live on the edge of the jungle where the trees and vines and thickets …
We came a long way, Only to come to this place where what happens makes a heart hurt. I hide …
The heater clanked and rattled, yet the living room stayed cold and dark. Cold and dark except for the yellow light beaming.
The light was on in the baby’s bedroom, and the ceiling fan was blowing.