We are seven so many They taught me everything why did I stutter? They tackled the bullies there were other wounds I feel the scars they don’t hurt We were close  I ran away I am coming back  their arms are open  We have the same eyes  we see different things Our voices are similar  … More Siblings

Scars are beautiful

Some time ago, I had the opportunity to spend time with a couple of grown-ups in a private and quiet location.  We were new friends and didn’t know each other well, but there was time to talk and get to know each other.   It’s never “work” that keeps a real conversation going very long. … More Scars are beautiful