Pretty (Badass) in Pink
I want the blush of newborn. The velvet of rose petals. There’s nothing gentle about it. My best badass self is alive.
I want the blush of newborn. The velvet of rose petals. There’s nothing gentle about it. My best badass self is alive.
What I didn’t expect (duh) was how much he would grow.
When I needed a photograph, I had to hand the process to someone else.
When the pandemic hit, I was suddenly in the perfect work place. I was working hard, writing the heck of things, finishing a whole book.
My heart, after decades of comings and leavings, is a brilliant web of gold.
Maybe we would have shared words. Wine. Wisdom. Winter is standing by.