Even though I was a mother myself, all of the Mother's Day commercials with scenes of children hugging and delivering gifts and flowers to their mothers trickled into my joy like Chinese water torture.
New Shoes: My Mother’s Day Gift from Above
“Grief Waits” – Original Poetry by Toni Love
This was written a few weeks after my father transitioned, not for sympathy but to support the little girl inside yearning to tell her story. Not sure I'm finished with it, but here it is:
But for the Grace…
I know there's been so much that's already been said about the senseless killings of the Sandy Hook Elementary School children and staff, and so many early judgements about the killer, his family and why it happened. But I feel like I need to share the fear that came up for me and maybe for... Continue Reading →
Toni's Room 