My Revolutionary Perspective on Being Sexually Molested

I used to hate my name.  Kayla.  Because of shame I wanted it to change. Why? Because I was chained. Enslaved to this notion that innately, to the depths of my core, I was bad.  B.A.D. A three letter word…

Memoirs of Grief

Manifesto of The Brave and Broken-hearted “There is no greater threat to the critics and cynics and fear-mongers than those of us who are willing to fall; because we learn how to rise. With skinned knees and bruised hearts we…