The Little Me

I think about all the times when I needed my caregivers just to be there. They weren't. I feel like there is a 9 year old and a 12 year old crying out inside of me wanting them to just say GOOD JOB. I know that I cannot look to them for that positive reinforcement … Continue reading The Little Me

Life & Death

I recall when my mother gave me this book to read. I think of her now and I don't even know what to say. Our relationship has never been the greatest even when I was a young child. I developed a strong animosity towards her for things she said that my young ears overheard when … Continue reading Life & Death