I am grateful to Mamalode for hosting my story today. That space always feels safe… even when I’m feeling most vulnerable.
Thanks, Mamalode. XO
I am grateful to Mamalode for hosting my story today. That space always feels safe… even when I’m feeling most vulnerable.
Thanks, Mamalode. XO
We all understand that people are emboldened when their weapon is a keyboard and their superpower is the invisibility of the internet, but I didn’t realize quite how bad it was until now.
My HuffPost essay was published today. I’m really proud of it, even though the trolls are coming at me HARD. Wow. I wish this world
Dear Diary, Stroke, stroke, stroke, breathe left. That’s my cadence as I freestyle slowly from one end of the pool to the other. I try
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<3 xoxoxoxoxo <3
Other than the marks of childbirth, of which I have none, this could be my own story in your words. Sending you love and light and hugs from a stranger.
Love and light and hugs right back to you. XO
Oh, my, you’ve gone and done it again … Made me feel each moment as if it were mine alone. Gorgeous.
Thank you. Just thank you. <3