I see you. I see your worn and chapped hands. I see those tired eyes and I wish I could grant them more sleep but my specialty is in the world of imagination, not this world most of you live in.
Mother
Precious
If you saw my mother and me out in public, you likely wouldn't see us and think, "What a nice mother and daughter." No, you'd probably see us and label us "friends" or "sisters." See, she's forty, but she can still pass for being in her twenties, and I'm sixteen and can also pass for being... Continue Reading →
You Are Not Alone. 