Flee

a long drive ahead...windows down warmth, dust and smog in the wind... pounding pavement... wheels spin. Red, white, and blue in the distance... Hair down & wild... mascara trails.. knuckle gripped, chest tight, heart hammering... fire lit and smoke surrounds... ...red & blue sirens blare in the distance... no more discrimination...  no racism... no stereotypes... … Continue reading Flee

Maternity Leave in America: The Story of a Depressed Mother

I felt worthless... I thought that I would be a horrible mother... and, I became depressed... I wish my country would give pregnant parents more support!