Narrow minds and futile battlesshatter dreams that could have beengone illusions of graceful livingseeking meaning in between. Falling down and getting upstumbling all alongto find a balance in a lifethat lost its morning song. Broken glass and tall closed...
On Mother’s Day one Sunday morningI woke up all alone,a million mothers went to marchshouting out their scorn. They called to stop the violencedemanding gun control,they said our children would be saferand society as a whole. I sat alone–my kids were...
The Boy in the Box -Book
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