My Husband

His curls are starting to show as it’s been a while since his last hair cut. The creases between his eyes smooth as his face changes from a look of concentration to one of contentment and his smile lights up their blueness from the inside. He absentmindedly smooths down his full beard and I note…

Not My Wounds

I’ve fought to “fix” myself from the woundings of abuse and trauma that I’ve survived in life. To pull out all the strands of this tapestry and keep only the truest shades as I rework the threads into a new masterpiece instead of these tattered rags. I’ve spent countless hours processing traumatic events and unlearning…