The little girl grew up, by shutting down. 40 years of "no," that's not what normal people do. Rocking 4 babies, pouring out everything I had to give and then giving more, silent screaming at the sky while comforting another hurt feeling. Who was there ever
Ten years ago this August, I'd been all but bed bound being sick for three months after having my last baby. I started to feel well enough to venture, so Rob and I walked outside in the yard. As I stood beneath the green elm tree that had
I remember the nightgown, a long, flowy white number that made me feel beautiful. At 7 years old, I was shy, quiet and extremely sensitive. And I loved to dance. I remember spinning around and around in my living room, arms spread wide, full of bliss. Autistic and stimming, though