- this is a tale of striking out alone - learning to dance with fear, to march barefoot and bold, and to trade comfort for wild and brutal dreaming and living. It's about wishing and hoping, longing and trying, and whatever I choose to write about in between. It's about social justice and the struggle between marveling at the beauty of life and opening my eyes to hell.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
.littleone - 1
this 2 year old died last night - see the puffy hands and tiny wrinkled
arms? I put an NGT in, we fed him regularly, and i thought he would
make it. i think i loved him