My most recent thoughts unleashed
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The first time I knew I was on my own was the day I surrendered Rowan to a group home. It was heartbreaking — heavy, painful, and final. That was the moment I realized I was no longer Rowan’s “person.” No more good nights. No more “Good morning, can I have oatmeal?” No more hearing…
About this Blog
The stories here don’t follow a timeline or any kind of sensible order. They show up the way memories do—out of sequence, half‑formed, tripping over each other as they work themselves loose. This site is just where I drop them so they can live on a page instead of ricocheting around in my head.
I write under K. Unsupervised, not because I’m hiding—but because the words matter more than the name. This is writing without supervision, without polish, without pretending I have answers, I don’t.
