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Broken

Me. Briefly. The first time I used, I was 9. I stole some of my mom’s appetite suppressants. For the first time in my short little life, I felt like I could do anything. I forgot that I felt like I didn’t belong. Don’t ask me why I felt that way. I am an adopted child...

Fields of Purple Flowers

Her first memory became her second memory once they started coming back, a piece at a time. The old first memory, in her words: “My stepfather has brought me into the back part of the house that we used as a living room.  I am maybe four years old, maybe younger.  I...

You Are Me

Dear Robbie, You were born a poet. Let me quote a few of your best lines: I bet my birth mother is still crying. I wish God would take the sadness off me. If she kept me, I never would’ve known you. I have a space in my heart that never closes. As I sit here wrestling...

Saying Goodbye

If you missed yesterday’s post, you would know that on the 29th of January I had to put down Alley Cat. She has been sick for the past couple of years and if you want to know more about that you can click here to go and read that post. I have to know for years...