Rebel, Rebel
January 28th, 2025 | by Michelle Fitzgerald
“Are you listening to this shit? Is this shit for real? Is this what this shit is going to be?”
Browsing the "generational trauma" Tag
My Mother’s Poetry
November 14th, 2023 | by Rebecca Brenner
Twenty years ago, when my mother died from substance abuse disorder at the beginning of the opioid crisis, I inherited a Washington Apples box full of her unpublished poetry, journals, and short stories
“Our hopes for healing must be bigger than ourselves”: An Interview With Poet Eugenia Leigh
April 13th, 2023 | by Cheryl Klein
Those mama bear metaphors are spot-on. I will do anything to protect my child. And now, I’m finally pissed off at all the people who did not protect me