A poem for my mother. After 11 months, I finally was able to write about that morning on May 7th 2016. Wake. Up. I hear my sister say, “She wants us to go to her and pray.” It’s early, sun has barely risen. I see her lay there, weak. Broken. We gather round and … Continue reading “Her Turn”
It's the first day of 2017 & I couldn't be happier. How do I even describe 2016? Awful? Horrific? Terrible? 2016 was devastating to say the least & I am thrilled for a new start. I have always heard this phrase, "new year, new me." I always found it to be kinda funny. People saying this … Continue reading New Year, New Me?
Angela is Fierce 