The technician was silent. As was I. But the tears felt like bolts of lightening without being able to release the thunder. The problem was, I knew what I was supposed to see, and I wasn’t seeing it anywhere. Before I knew it, she was telling me about the process of miscarrying and how long I should expect it to take naturally. “This is very common,” she said, with the best of intentions…
Read MoreI spent a long time tight-fisted, avoiding eye contact with my dreams. I knew my creative, God-given gifts still wanted a place because they still ached in me. I knew bits and pieces of what I was capable of and I constantly felt them hovering like a tireless hummingbird, just waiting…
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