From 2016 : I showed up. It was the best I could do, had no clue what I was getting myself into. But I pulled up and paid for parking- I HATE to do that- in a little suburb of Atlanta. The next 5 days changed my life. Here was the situation: I'm white, a mother of two, in a middle-class situation with substantial emotional baggage- typical stuff for the territory, right? What I showed up for was the National Poetry Slam competition. What I found... well, let's not skip ahead. So I walk in to...

That girl, we'll call her "friend", she spoke truth when she talked about her dreams. How they are nebulous little things that vaporize...

Bringing Light to the Darkness: Mindful Moments with Grief and the Present Moment Yes. It does have to hurt this much. -Melissa Devine...