As I struggled in my puddle on the shower floor, my Boi’s gentle, calm voice cut through the pain, “Get up momma. You don’t belong down there!”
Tag: Death
Grace by Grace, Stone to Stone
Heart pounding like it’s going to expire, headache like you won’t live till tomorrow, stabbing […]
“Paciencia no más.”
This whole thing is a waiting game. I will never forget the words of my […]