journey of a thousand steps

I know I hate being wrong. Sirens and flashing lights go off in my stomach when I am proven wrong and I am afraid my cover is blown. Look, e...

I don't remember how or when I learned to fear men. I don't remember where I learned to feel unsafe in their presence. I could never...

I remember learning vocabulary at my grandmother's house after lunch, sitting next to her on their scratchy, unforgiving rust-colored co...

A) What was particularly nice about today? -going for a nice, long walk in the woods -waking up to my smiling, chatty baby -visiting with...

It occurred to me that there are a couple of things I either want to come clean about or cop to or maybe just say out loud, I don't real...

I got to reconnect with a good, old friend yesterday - one of the dear pets I had forgotten to tell about my pregnancy and little L's dr...

Dear Momma, Next Sunday will be my first mother's day as a mom and, while I am proud of all I've been through to call myself one, ...