soft voiced

I have a soft voice. I wouldn’t say it’s soothing, smooth, or even gentle, but it isn’t jagged in the corners like an old cinder block. It’s easy to listen to. Easy to carry. Sometimes though, usually when small children have smashed my very last stretch of sanity, my voice changes. It hits a pitch– a grit, an emptiness– that I can’t stand. “Listen,” I … Continue reading soft voiced