Trauma Queen

I don't remember how long I was locked inside our backyard garden shed. I do remember the darkness inside didn't make the summer sun outside feel any cooler. I remember the air filling my lungs felt as thick as the engine sledge it smelled like. I remember being scared, but not being afraid to die. … Continue reading Trauma Queen

The Power of Point of View

Having five kids means every story in my house has up to five different points of view. Now there are times when having multiple perspectives on a situation is advantageous, but most of the time the story ends with an unsolved mystery and me at the helm of a carpet cleaner, vacuum, or roll of … Continue reading The Power of Point of View