Dad, There is no good way to start a letter to your dead father. I could say that I miss you. I think of you ever day. I wish you were here. But those truths are so obvious they border on mundane. They are truths that apply to many people and places and moments now…
Woman. Black. Queer. Unapologetic.
Lifes experiences in lesser words
Poetry & Prose...from Prompts
Music | Literature | People.
Learn Something New Daily, Teach What You Love
Raku pottery, vases, and gifts
Putting ideas into words.
Author, Artist, Anthropologist
Pen to paper
Leap Out of the Deep and Sing
