Hell has Ears

On Saturday morning, Nathan and I were sitting on my bed, talking, and somehow, we headed down memory lane about my childhood, and I told him about my decision to become a mother.

I’ll never forget it: I was holding my Cabbage Patch doll and talking about how I was going to be a mother someday, how I was going to love my kids like I’d never been loved, so they could experience hugs and kisses, and as I remembered, I began to cry. Nathan almost cried, too. Continue reading


you ever have those moments
where you can’t stop crying
but it’s not bad
it’s intimate

each tear drop
leaves a stream
for others to follow

something was unlocked yesterday
I’ve felt it all day

people need to hear
people need to know
people need streams to follow

to freedom