New World

New World

For most of my life, my body has been something to ignore or abuse, to punish or to make invisible. I don’t think I’m alone in this. But it wasn’t always this way.The building blocks were assembled with tremendous care. My parents raised me to believe my body was a ... Read More
Acceptance

Acceptance

A volcano of ants is under my skin. Squadron of bowling balls barrels through the ally of my mental processes. Ask me to slow down. Ask me and I may break apart – a thousand pieces of me will fly in every direction. I am waiting. I am not waiting ... Read More