a poem of sorts in that my hand is listening to brain unfurrowing my brow in allowance, an unleashing. i ate poems for breakfast when i was young– crammed them down my throat voraciously– bathed amongst them– allowing their words to drip from my body to dry. i dabbled in love and heartbreak at a …
We are helping to heal each other you and i traversing this stretch of time, an unwieldy highway, hand in hand. Watching the layers peel away feeling lighter with each small forward step increasingly aware of the young boy peering out from underneath the years of practiced pain– contained because you knew no other way. …
my first born baby you always will be the one who ushered me into this space a clearer, confident identity able to move through the world and keep pace with those who previously hadn’t seen the shy and shrinking girl, now carrying your dynamic beauty along with me the brightness of your eyes and smile …
My kids left me for six days just two short weeks ago. As I sit here I find myself checking and double checking that time-frame because it seems so ludicrously impossible that so much has happened in the short span of two weeks, but so be it. It has. I had final closure with …
I never read the rules for mothering it seems I was absent that day perhaps all of us were. Carrying around the textbook burden of guilt, the weight of which mocks our shortcomings and reveals the all-too constant truth that we’re just winging it. Each new day, another brave face– scooping up the pieces …
a simple narrative unwilling to wind its way from my head to hand as i ruminate over the lifetime in days counted across this brief span of time in which my mind was willing to release held constructs– massive monuments to memory carefully created and tended through years, in quiet rooms hidden in attics and …
Well, I must acknowledge, I’m back to my full-on life, and while I am attempting as much as possible to create balance within that full-on– it proves to be a continuous challenge. For about the first week after the kids arrived home I managed to remain above that vibration– the chaotic one that constantly begs …
I have a confession to make. . . I’m magical. But here’s the bigger one, and maybe you should make sure you’re sitting down for this (I realize, you probably already are). . . you are magical too. Now, for some of you this may be coming as a complete shock, but don’t worry, …
the edges of myself 