The Name Change

I wrote a book once. I had found my voice and I would no longer be an unheard voice of trauma. Then, during the publishing process I discovered that due to legal reasons, I couldn’t put my name on the cover. Once again, I felt unheard. The thought of shredding the unpublished, yet completed manuscript, […]

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Finding my reflection.

In searching for significance, the mirror didn’t hold the answer I ┬áso deeply desired. Actually, the reflection was quite dull. The wrinkles. The grey hair. The softening muscles. The growing belly. The sad eyes staring back at me knew none of those things, if improved, would lead me to inner peace and yet, I yearned […]

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