It’s January. We are leaving our 1950’s red brick abode, complete with Retro pink
bathrooms, garden, tidal rivers and after school extraordinarily tasty vegan ice creams.
Read MoreIt’s January. We are leaving our 1950’s red brick abode, complete with Retro pink
bathrooms, garden, tidal rivers and after school extraordinarily tasty vegan ice creams.
Read MoreI grew up a perfectionist. An overachiever. Demanding myself to be better, no matter how good I already was.
Read MoreLife is not perfect; why should I expect myself to be?
Read MoreMy desire for healing, my deep need for support helped writing sneak out and cradle me.
Read MoreReach and keep reaching. Mamas, let’s be there for each other.
Read MoreAnd under everything was my anxiety, deeply rooted in a traumatic childhood of abuse and neglect.
Read MoreIt became every bit of me. A fear that surfaced once I could feel her kicks.
Read MoreWhen I put hearing aids in for the first time, my world came alive. When I put in hearing aids for the first time, I was handed a safety rope that allowed me to pull myself out of a deep and dark pit of isolation.
Read MoreThere is strength in seeing yourself with fresh eyes. In being forced to challenge yourself after spending years being comfortable.
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