Hannah Peace
The Mother with the Laughing, Casual Love
Love's a fire, and I’m its favorite fuel.
My mama raised me with a strong hand and a missing leg, and I’m raising my girl the only way I know how — with open arms and a heart that gives easy. I love without clinging, hold without tightening. Some call it careless, I call it free. If a man needs a soft place to land, I’m it. If my daughter needs me, I’m there too — just not always in the way she wants.
What I'm Into: Sunday baking, long talks with strangers, the men who don’t stay, Eva’s stories at dusk, Sula’s quiet eyes
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