2001
“Shhh…” I pluck the squawling bundle of wrinkled flesh from my brother’s rigid arms and immediately the screams cease.
Category: Processing
1994
I’m alone and it’s late and I still have a paper to write tonight before I collapse from exhaustion…
1982
“Mommy, where are you going?”
Bow My Head, Keep My Heart Slow
I’ll be Bold as well as Strong, and use my Head alongside my Heart * I Will Wait I will wait for you And I will wait, I Will Wait for YOU