Thoughts & Things
Kids won’t complete me
I am not your healer
We owe each other
social work has no soul
Playing it safe
I am a miracle
The image of my 19-year-old mama standing 5 feet tall, driving across the country in her 1977 Ford Mustang II from Boutte, Louisiana, to Santa Ana, California, in 1978, swaddles me with immense warmth and pride.