“I never knew I was cherished. Until now.”

I never hungered for food as a child. I starved, though, for the love of my mother--something beyond the loneliness in the emotional sea between us and the actual fear of her ferocity. I thought it'd be in the cupboard of good grades, good behavior (and the occasional hope the connection would be found in... Continue Reading →

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