Little boy blue and the man in the moon

You fall a little bit in love with your child the moment the little life is noted inside you. Continue reading

sacrifice. a love letter to my son

I never knew that I could be forgiven so much, respected so much, loved or believed in so much.
I never knew that I was capable of such a depth of love. And hope. And certainty. Continue reading

i want to fly from here

I can look at my scars as a thing of elegance rather than ugliness. They are not signs of where the world has sliced me like cattle at a butcher shop—piece by piece being sold to the highest bidder (the going price was never enough to cover my losses). Continue reading