I see this number in front of me that seems incongruous with my experience. I’m too young to be in my mid-forties already, but I’ve surely lived a dozen lives since I was born. Continue reading Another Year? (Birthdays After Forty!)
While at the public pool playing with my 6-year-old daughter, I was splashed full-on in the face by some obnoxious young boys. I yelled out in surprise, “Hey! Careful!” The biggest one turned towards me. “What, it’s just water,” he replied with a sneer. Continue reading Bullies at the Pool [Life’s teachers are everywhere]
I have always been a thinker, an analyzer, a dreamer, a ruminator. Perhaps you can relate! Continue reading Cat Black Coffee
Far too often we approach our days with drudgery – a series of mundane tasks that need to be slogged through in order to reach the sweet spot of pajamas and slumber (often prefaced by a glass or two of wine). Continue reading Sense of Urgency! [Living your best life]
As I sink into my couch, inert and irritable once again, I read, over and over, this poem I wrote a few days ago. I know the words are trying to tell me something, but whatever-it-is keeps swirling out of reach. Continue reading Feet & Frontal Lobe: We are Capable of More than We Think
Dear Daughter,Here is what I need you to know: Your breath will always bring you home. It is your ruby slippers—just close your eyes, inhale deep into your belly, and follow it. Trust your breath to know the way back—every time. Let your heart be a lantern, not a vacancy sign. Hold it up and brave the darkness. Listen and it will reveal the beauty … Continue reading Dear Daughter
The launch of my first book was January 7, 2022. It was a childhood dream that couldn’t manifest until I finally took alcohol out of my life. Continue reading Achieving the Dream: My Book Launch
What will YOU bring to life this year?? Continue reading New Year, New Beginnings
As I prepare for the release of my first book of collected poetry, I feel the tension between the tenderness of my own creativity and my aching, egoic need to be seen. Continue reading Trust the Poem
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
Waking up Razzle-Dazzle 