Sometimes a poem wakes you up in the middle of the night. Like a baby kicking, it’s inside you, dancing with its own consciousness, until you must throw open your eyes and acknowledge its existence. Continue reading The Healing Power of the Poem
April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month. There are ribbons and memes and hashtags to draw attention to this ongoing (and far too common) issue, but we must remember that behind all of that are the real people and their stories. Continue reading To Drown A Crow
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
I threw a tantrum the other day. Yep, a full on, grown-up tantrum. Continue reading 2020 Tantrum
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
I have been experiencing a lot of heavy emotions lately. In the midst of this global crisis of pandemic virus spread and social isolating, my husband has to have immediate spinal surgery. Continue reading The Erosion of Emotion
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
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.
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
It’s been almost 2 years since I lit up my last cigarette. I still daydream about them sometimes, in that softened nostalgic way one remembers a teenage romance. Continue reading Ode to Cigarettes: Opus of an Ex-Smoker
Waking up Razzle-Dazzle 