parents – A Prisoner By No Crime of My Own

Dear Mama,

The reality of generational trauma. My daughter writes me this letter. Each parent should give this space to their child. They deserve to be heard and our own pain disables that ability. She writes: It’s always so interesting to hear our lives from your perspective. How you perceived things in our home and how youContinue reading “Dear Mama,”

Dear Mama,

It’s always so interesting to hear our lives from your perspective. How you perceived things in our home and how you perceived yourself. You write that you remember each detail of our bedrooms, everything was accounted for so to speak. But just the other day at dinner you had forgotten that sis and I evenContinue reading “Dear Mama,”

Dear Mama, Vol. 2

Dear Mama, I am 3 or 5 when I first remember being alive. The world is empty, faded, and cold. Everything seems rickety and half-sewn together. An off hours thrill ride with the lights left on. It leaves me with a feeling of queasiness that I won’t be able to shake for the rest ofContinue reading “Dear Mama, Vol. 2”