I’ve given birth to gardens, ideas, stories, and a child. Also, mold in the back of my fridge, but nobody’s perfect. I’m here to write, find writing I wouldn’t otherwise, and trust in the natural order of the word and voice compost heap.

What a beautiful, articulate essay ! ❤️

Thanks for giving me a ray of Hope and allow me to breath a little deeper and easier about our collective future ! 🎯⛵