Madam President

When I was a little girl, I was told I could be anything I wanted to be when I grew up, even the President of the United States. I grew up thinking that to be true. I could be President, not that I really wanted to be. But I believed it to be accessible. Then I … Continue reading Madam President

I Broke.

I broke. I broke when my Mom died. My soul felt like it faded away that October morning. My desire and will and happiness drained away and I was left a hollow shell. I broke. In May I just started to pull myself from the hole of my depression. I had found roller derby again. I had … Continue reading I Broke.