What I Found at the Bottom of Every Bottle I Ever Drank
A poem of struggle and excuses. (It’s never too late for a new beginning.) Continue reading What I Found at the Bottom of Every Bottle I Ever Drank
Category: Shadow Stories
Hey Depression, old pal
Thought you’d skipped town for good. Yet I keep catching glimpses of you creeping around again, under the clutter in my messy house and behind the quinoa in my secret stash of Oreos. Continue reading Hey Depression, old pal
2020 Tantrum
I threw a tantrum the other day. Yep, a full on, grown-up tantrum. Continue reading 2020 Tantrum
I want a man who wants to text me back
My single friend proclaimed this through her tears the other day. She was reeling from the frustration and grief of waiting, broken-hearted, for days, when her on-again-off-again lover didn’t respond to her text message. Continue reading I want a man who wants to text me back
Envy
It began as an adolescent: I envied her popularity. I envied the magnificence of her giant bangs. I envied the ease of her flirtation with boys. I envied the way she wore her Z Cavariccis. I envied her athleticism, her tanned skin, her confidence, her status. I looked around at the girls who were my peers and I measured myself against them. In my mind, I always fell short. I turned the negative energy of envy inward, silently berating myself. Continue reading Envy
Into the Darkness
I walked with my friend into her darkness yesterday. She is in the midst of raw pain from a new divorce; lonely, shaken, exposed, angry, wild, and new. She was breaking loose from years in shackles. She needed to at once curl into her tenderized soul and nurse the open wounds of failed dreams and yet spread her wings in the updraft of full abandonment. I followed her into the darkness like a cautious … Continue reading Into the Darkness
Silence
we strive to find a silence that is so elusive in the cacophony of our own minds, but the silence of others is maddening. Continue reading Silence
#metoo
All of our stories are different, and many are much more traumatic than mine, but they all hold something in common: that horrible underlying fear that we are ultimately not in control of what happens to our bodies. That feeling that as women we will always have to step back and relinquish our power… Which lets us justify our self-destructive acts that purposefully turn down the pilot light in our bellies, and let us walk away from the Force we hold within ourselves, giving it up for lost. Continue reading #metoo
Welcome to my Weird.
I’ve always been a bit Weird.Ever since I was a little kid I have observed that look on people’s faces when I have said something or behaved in a way that was out of the rhythm of the expected. But when I would drink, all my awkwardness would fall away. Continue reading Welcome to my Weird.
Losing My Shit
Sometimes it happens. I don’t know why a certain day or a certain event seems to tip the scale and trigger the Beast more than others. It rises up in me fast, starting from a tiny little swirl at first. Continue reading Losing My Shit
