What would I do without the people around me? I could not survive alone in the wild. Not many would, and that is what makes us— the willingness of the strong to hold up the weak; the desire to tend to the sick, and for the Voiceless, to Speak. I am not lost. I am loved. I am loved. I am not a burden. I am not a burden. I am Human: a being who can take without giving. For as one hand holds me up here, There, I birth a child or wipe a tear. See, life is not a transac

There is romance in the way we hold hands as we walk back to the car from a multi-hour medical exam that later said: all is ...

Let's talk about accommodations. We'll go over what they are briefly and I'll tell you my story. Yours will be different, but hopefully...

Summer brings shocking pink crepe myrtle blooms, Lion cub roars and playful fun in all my house's rooms.

Philosophy punctuates silence when eyelids droop; A small voice questions: do spiders like soup?

You are my child,  my baby— and I love you. I made you. I say I made you. But, in truth, you put yourself together: growing all the...