I tend to write in swirls.
In clogs with a blog, wild at heart, and publicly learning to love myself. These letters make frequent stops at personal histories, relationships, communal living, and self-fulfillment. It ain't much but it's honest work.
The paradox of the writer-mother, the time I grew up in a meth lab + other uncomfortable truths
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