One of my earliest memories is sitting cross-legged on the floor with other children. We were very young, positioned deliberately, hands placed palms-up on our elbows. I don’t remember why I moved my hands. It wasn’t anything harmful. Most likely, I was just being a child, curious, restless. I now understand it may have been […]
Tea After the Rain
We played outside a lot growing up. It was rural, there were many of us, and being sent outdoors was considered a good thing. Fresh air. Space. Distance from the house. At the far end of the backyard, there was an opening that led into a wooded area we simply called the woods. Just inside […]
Foster Care: The Beginning
Most people don’t remember much from when they were one, maybe two years old. Science says it’s not common for the brain to store memories so young. But I remember. I remember getting out of a car I hadn’t known I was in. I remember holding onto the pleated polyester pant leg of a woman […]
My First Post
The Journey of Voice and Power: A Dance Between Accountability and Compassion I want to be clear: the stories I’m about to share are not meant to shame anyone—whether they’re living or no longer with us. In fact, I’ve never been a fan of shame. It’s a suffocating force, one that kept me in the […]