Yesterday I was so happy and relaxed. Lying in the bath, music playing, talking to myself the way I do when no one’s watching. And then it hit — the way memories do when your body finally feels safe enough to let them surface. The moment he told me it was over. Not the clean…
My mom is pivotal to BLACKBUTTERFLY. She’s the reason I have such a deep connection to butterflies at all. The grief and the messages she sends me confirm that again and again. This piece felt like a launch point. A rebirth. My intention was simple, or at least I thought it was. I wanted to…