If you could have something named after you, what would it be? I don’t need anything named after me. Not a building. Not a place. Not something permanent carved into something that outlives me. That kind of recognition has never meant much to me. Because names don’t hold meaning on their own. People forget them.Continue reading “I Don’t Need a Name”
Reading Trauma Mama: Velvet & Taboo
Where the quiet woman writes dangerously.
Reading Trauma Mama: Velvet & Taboo 