Child Eyes

by | Aug 30, 2018 | Molly M. Hammis

Blink. It’s gone. Childhood innocence washed away from the storm. Kept it in your hands, yet it’s like sand, no tight grip could hold on. My great grandmother left the planet when I was ten years young. We called her Nana. We watched her die. Harsh, I know. Yet, the...

My 29th year around the sun

by | Aug 21, 2018 | Molly M. Hammis

On my 29th year I’ve grown to understand this: Unconditional friendship. My tribe. My sounding board. Family is whomever you choose. True love. It is real. I held it. I tasted it. I am eternally shifted into the light. Children will bring you back to pure...