Question: What is yours?

What do you use?

Leaving you… Doesn’t mean that we’re apart.

Much of who I am had its beginnings in your bosom. I came of age under your tutelage, experiencing victories and defeats alike. I hear your inflections in my voice when I speak. I compare your siblings to you and none of them measures up to you. My experiences inform my steps as I claimContinue reading “Leaving you… Doesn’t mean that we’re apart.”

Protected: A narrative of not being ready yet…

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