Day six was my larger scale re-entry back into life with a newly shaved head. The advantage of narrating my process via social media is– a LOT of people already know that my head is shaved. Not everyone, however follows me on social media– so I dealt with the look of shock many times throughout …
Today is the first of thirty days of no television for me. I realize this may not seem like a radical proposition to everyone– but television has been my drug of choice for the last several months– as I have slowly weaned myself off of all of my other creature comforts and addictions (namely sugar …
because you asked and you know I deliver– a limerick for you, my dear friend, whose open-armed acceptance of me as your third wheel is heart-warmingly beautiful. You, who serve as a shining example that love and devotion are tangible, actual– your love for your wife palpable, exuding from you in purples and blues. …
It’s your birthday today a day to celebrate your open-hearted kindness, tumbling laughter and giving smile. I remember the day I first understood the madness of motherhood– knew the intensity of frustration and loss of control. And the day it hit me– like a thousand waves crashing against the shore– the immensity of …
i remembered you yesterday the boy with a smile he couldn’t hide– the childish innocence running through the lines of your face. like uncovering an old box of records, full of songs you’d forgotten existed– but to which you know all the words. i remembered falling softly with you– into arms that seemed they’d never …
i can’t write tonight my head is heavy, nodding my body says: SLEEP.
if i could capture my moments with you in words– they would sing and sigh and breathe as no words have ever dared. if i could call upon all songbirds to lift their voices in harmony and encapsulate the elation and joy flying through my heart, i would. if i could wrap my …
my heart hurts sometimes acknowledging growth is not without discomfort
I’ve closed my heart before locked it tightly– buried the key beneath layers of shoulds and coulds and woulds I’ve watched myself walk away treading carefully, moving backwards longing for an explanation some semblance of the truth I’ve understood the sting of rejection– internalized its pointy edges, embracing their lessons along with the …
You are infinite. You offer the universe What no one else can.
the edges of myself 