Eyeshadow

Her teen boy was proud, gay. Naive of hatred, judgement: he painted his handsome face. Together, navigating and aching over his first hateful attack. His defeated spirit wept strength, kindness, pure love. Protection from discrimination, tucking him away.

“Don’t wear your rainbow too vividly, son.”

Bravely, he re-applied eyeshadow.

Jade Visone writes with soul-filled honesty about the struggles and magic of mothering, love, life, dandelions, and stars.