a mama’s poem

Me and My Twin Girls | Photo by Carrie Fay Photography

It turns out vulnerability is essential for connection.

Photo by Rodolfo Sanches Carvalho on Unsplash

I hadn’t seen my dad’s face or heard his voice since I was a kid

Photo by Hédi Benyounes on Unsplash

But our family broke and fell to pieces.

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Yes, twenty-five percent!

An artist for the outcast

Steve Malakowsky (Photo by Ryan Thurman )

With all its pain, courage, and joy!

Judah Tolkein 2.19.2020 | Photo by Noleen Thurman

Now, her close friend is a Nazi’s daughter.

Hanna (left) and Verena (right) at the Judische Friedhof in Gemünd | Photo by Ryan Thurman

She was screaming and emptying out her backpack all over the street.

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Amber Hunter

Sonoran Desert Dweller | Storyteller here at Medium | Songwriter at youtube.com/amberhuntermusic | Twin Mama | Spiritual Director | I write to grow.

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