Fragments of Me (Heroes & Butterflies)

Heroes. As children we believed they hit home runs or scored game winning touchdowns. Lying in bed wearing Spiderman pajamas, I heard the hard crack of my father’s belt strike my mom. Feeling nothing like a hero , I squeezed … Continue reading

Fragments Of Me

When we were young our lives consisted of questions. The questions we needed answered. The hundreds of questions our parents and teachers asked. But a ten year old was never meant to have all the answers. My classmates attended the … Continue reading