...but in balance with all those times I was heavy defensive, hurting and sad, I was also happy. I played silly, I danced, I was funny, you laughed. I was careful tender, nurturing and kind.
PTSD
Tethered
Stuck in the lull of time between the end of Christmas and the beginning of another new year, I pieced together a puzzle I found in a Little Free Library. I was leaning over the kitchen counter, making sense of the heaps of like-colored shapes I sorted when I got a text from my mom. … Continue reading Tethered
Angela Mason 