Love Is Translation The last thing my husband and I navigated wasn’t romance. It was translation. We both believed we were loving each other well. We just weren’t always feeling it. Love languages sound simple in theory. Words. Touch. Time. Acts. Gifts. But in marriage, they don’t show up labeled. They show up as: “IContinue reading “Valentine’s Day — Post I”
Reading Trauma Mama: Velvet & Taboo
Where the quiet woman writes dangerously.
Reading Trauma Mama: Velvet & Taboo 