Mother, Momma, Mommy

1. My Childhood Mother When I hear the word mother it stirs within me a sadness, A void. I know that, for whatever reason, I was to live a childhood that lied somewhere between bad and hell. I did not grow up with words of wisdom, encouragement, or love from my mother. And I canContinue reading “Mother, Momma, Mommy”

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