When You Just Can’t Keep Up With It All

I see you, mama. Sweeping up crumbs, wiping drool with your backsleeve, shutting the door on an overwhelming day at work only to be met with he-started-it’s. Mother’s Day euphoria long forgotten, you’re back to the nitty-gritty of life. The non-stop action leaves you breathless and exhausted by the time you collapse in bed, only to be awoken from sweet …

The Beauty of Scars

She sat on the mantle, gazing into space, oblivious to her imperfection. The Cherokee figurine was painted a base white coat without a splash of color at my father’s request. She had been dropped at some point, and the back of her skirt had shattered into three large pieces. She was glued back together, but there was left a large …