In a dark closet…

It's been a while since I last blogged. I survived quarantine. I published a book. I am surviving trauma. I am barely coming up for air and slowly re-engaging into society. I am observing things differently. I am noticing the little things. Acknowledging the details of every day. I catch myself staring out of my... Continue Reading →

Take off the mask…

Depression: “feelings of severe despondency and dejection.” I was depressed, and I didn’t even know it. I never liked the word “depressed.” I said I was at peace, but I was actually numb - The hurt was so grave I didn’t know what else to do but to mask it with what I called peace,... Continue Reading →

Love…it sometimes hurts.

You are broken, and I can’t fix you You are broken, and I will not hide it You are broken, and I must release you You are broken, and I will always love you You are broken and I accept it You are broken, and I will wait You are broken, and I have faith The... Continue Reading →

The Waiting Room… (Part 1)

It was like any other 10-month-old check up.  We walked in, greeted all the wonderful staff and were escorted to our exam room.  We stripped Rob, the nurses weighed him, check his growth, and conducted his usual blood tests.  Nothing unusual, nothing exciting, but as new parents, everything was fascinating.  I recall my husband always... Continue Reading →

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