Saturday Night Poetry Reading (opening night!)
Tonight I present the first installment of Saturday Night Monthly Poetry Reading by Vixen Lea! Continue reading Saturday Night Poetry Reading (opening night!)
Finding Gratitude within Pain and Transformation
I spent March 2020 in my own personal state of emergency. Looking back, I find lessons in this time of pain and transformation. Continue reading Finding Gratitude within Pain and Transformation
Shedding the Armor (Goodbye Vixen, Hello Skye!)
It’s time for me to release my blogging pseudonym! Continue reading Shedding the Armor (Goodbye Vixen, Hello Skye!)
Navigating Grief
I dedicate this post to my father-in-law. I think he would be pleased as punch to know he is the lead character in one of my essays. Continue reading Navigating Grief
It’s not about my weight
I wrote a post the other day about shedding the fifteen pounds I gained since the Covid pandemic began. While it was an attempt to be humorous, by chiding myself and personifying the weight as a mooching houseguest who’d overstayed their welcome, I realize that this post had inadvertently reinforced society’s bias against women who carry extra weight. Continue reading It’s not about my weight
An Open Letter to the Fifteen Pounds I Gained During Covid
Dear Quarantine Fifteen, it’s time to move out. Continue reading An Open Letter to the Fifteen Pounds I Gained During Covid
Overcoming Inertia
I am getting unstuck. Today I am starting the 30-day Yoga Journey from Yoga with Adriene on YouTube. Continue reading Overcoming Inertia
The Shift of Seasons
Change is the only constant. Continue reading The Shift of Seasons
Being Enough
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
The Dread Pit
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
