For me, poetry has the power to heal, to transform. It is how I shake out the cobwebs of past shame and through open the curtains to shine light upon my darkness. Continue reading Writing to Heal and Finding My Breath
Reflections of a mom learning to witness her fears: I had a feeling going into this game Friday night that we might not come out on the winning side, and I was worried. Continue reading Losing, Fear, and Personal Power
Tonight I present the first installment of Saturday Night Monthly Poetry Reading by Vixen Lea! Continue reading Saturday Night Poetry Reading (opening night!)
Momma’s losing her mind again. Continue reading Bewildered and Useless
