My hope is that my words can give other people permission to forgive their own shadows and heal themselves. Continue reading I am Vixen Lea
Change is the only constant. Continue reading The Shift of Seasons
We know this intuitively as small, children; until our peers/family/society drills the message tour head that we are somehow ‘lacking’ and need to alter ourselves/or disguise ourselves/or compete to win/or act less weird/or blend in/ or fix what appears broken/ or fill ourselves up. Continue reading Being Enough
It was an underlying sense that something was slipping through my fingers, but I couldn’t quite figure out what. It was a feeling that something else existed in the world that was just outside of my awareness. I was missing it and I needed it, but I couldn’t find it. Continue reading The Dread Pit
I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling a bit antsy these days—pacing the four walls of my house, tracing calendar days with my fingertips, and searching the internet for springtime Airbnb’s. Continue reading Accepting the Pause
It’s 7:30AM on a school day in February. What could possibly go wrong? Continue reading Routine, Disrupted (a poem)
Without it we only tiptoe on the surface of life. We stare across the pool, smiling sweetly at the others playing, splashing, diving down into the depths.
We fear the icy waters of the PLUNGE. Continue reading The Secret About Vulnerability
It’s that time of year. The giddy excitement of holidays and fresh snow is gradually replaced by the dread of scraping frosted windshields (again) and the monotony of wiping up wet, brown footprints. We grow bored with our cute sweaters, and our fur-lined boots are scuffed and crusted with salt. Continue reading Feeling S.A.D.? Me too.
We all know that person – the one who never smiles or snaps at everyone. We see them at school pickup or in the grocery store, frowning as they pass us on the street or honking at us from across the four-way stop. But we can’t assume we know their story. Continue reading To the grumpy lady in the school carline
Know you are beautiful. Know you are perfect in your body… flaws, flaws, wrinkles, stray hairs and all! Continue reading The Beauty Contest (a poem of scrolling)
So here it is – one year later – and this journey of writing has brought me to the doorstep of my next chapter in life. Continue reading My New Adventure Begins