Giving Fear the Middle Finger

Dancing in the living room to get my joy back to the beat of happiness during incredible bills that were left for me, I found my God. Please understand, I had utility bills that were not my own and I was refinishing furniture, selling outfits I put together, applying for more than 400 jobs afterContinue reading “Giving Fear the Middle Finger”

Climbing Out of Sorrow

We love our sisters, The Afghan women; The mothers with their daughters, The daughters with their sons. With voices shackled, And education, and vocation . . . It’s all too much to comprehend. And yet we must. We foreigners, are peeking Into their forlorn world, With almost half the babies suffering With stunted brain andContinue reading Climbing Out of Sorrow