My story starts way back when I was 5 or 6 years old. I remember driving with my family on our way to visit my maternal grandparents, when my mom asked the question: “ What do you want to be when you grow up?” The answer was easy: “ What must I study to be a mom?” Needless to say, my parents had a good chuckle about this one. This desire never left me.
There’s a way of life that tucks itself quietly under the illusion of safe and happy, but those on the inside know differently. In “happy” homes potentially in our own neighborhoods, live abusers dressed as lovers who easily hide & prey on those who…
The mud & mire of trauma, abuse and addiction tried to pull her down, but but she reached out her hand and came up for just long enough to grab hold of Him.…
We live in a country where so many cultures come together, yet we know little about them. Because we don’t know the social norms of other cultures, we can’t quite relate to how something like not finishing college can become a weapon for the…
