Eleven years ago I gave birth. The doctor announced, "it's a girl," as she took this new life out of my body. Relieved, I released my breath and my body melted down into the bed. A girl. I have a daughter. I got my first glimpse of her and then, as the doctors and nurses … Continue reading 11.
"Dear God, please I don't know why but, I want to feel special this year for my birthday. Please help me to know I am loved, and special. Help me to let go of my selfish desire for more." A simple prayer I prayed the night before my birthday. I am blessed in so many … Continue reading special.
Last week was Hannah's birthday. I try to avoid writing too much about her because... Well, because it is my choice to share my life publicly and, I think she should have a say in what I do and don't share about her. That being said, I usually do participate in the annual social media … Continue reading two full hands.
I have spent a lot of time thinking about love this year. I've read books, talked to people, and thought about it. A colleague calls it my love quest. What is love? My professor advises us to approach a novel problem by first thinking about it. Once you have a potential answer, go to the … Continue reading love quest
I recently watched this video of Marcio Donaldson's performance on American Idol. His backstory transported me back to my own story of how a baby transformed my world. Like Donaldson, my mother did the best she could but ultimately my siblings and I ended up in the system. I was 11 and my sister was … Continue reading A better Life.
Love. It is a a word that is going to take over our world today. Sentiments of love will fill the air and #love will liter our social media feeds. Love is a topic I feel woefully inadequate to contemplate let alone write about. When I was 15 my foster mother asked me if I … Continue reading Love is.