Every Monday for the past 6 years I have joined a group of women to process, to share, and to give support to one another. Even during a pandemic. From my closet. With my own box of tissues.It was with them that I learned that my story is not unlike that of many other struggles …
Here you are jumping on the bed,Nearly dusk and it’s summerYou suddenly find the remaining wordsTo that nursery rhyme we’ve practiced endlessly:You fell off, and bumped your head.I laugh, doubting all suspicions that something could be wrong with this child,My child. To the tune of your jumbled consonants and vowels, I desperately try to soften.The …