1 min readFeb 3, 2020
I think your mother and mine were twins separated at birth. I’m still working on self-loathing issues because child I figured the lack of acceptance had to be my fault.
I think your mother and mine were twins separated at birth. I’m still working on self-loathing issues because child I figured the lack of acceptance had to be my fault.
J…Jen…Jeni…Jenine... Proper names are poetry in the raw. (W.H. Auden) Poet, singer, seeker, hippie grandmother gleefully revealing herself