To my Mother on Mother’s Day
I’ve chosen over the years to live in many places, claiming my identity again and again. Ever in search mode, I’ve looked for comfort, for love, and most all —…
My honey leaves me love notes
My honey leaves me love notes sprinkled through our home: one is by the coffee pot another in our room. One tells me that he loves me another says he…
She Saw the Fire Through the Window
Crack. Splinter. Pop. Someone’s at the door. Instead of politely ringing the bell she’s decided to barge right in wether I am ready or not for her. She is wrapped…
The Runner
There’s a new softness in my belly. At fourteen, this would frighten me. Thinness and hardness indications of worth an inner *cha-ching* as my body sells the world an idea.…
I wanted to write about joy today
I really wanted to write about joy today. I wanted to write about a joy that I am craving, needing, seeking — and feeling deeply unable to find. I wanted…
New Event: Permission to Play
As adults, we don’t often tend to or notice our inner child. When we do, we can better understand her. What does she need? What was missing for her? As…
Anger tells us when a boundary’s been crossed or an injustice suffered
I’m on my third cup of coffee this morning with a candle burning and the soundscapes of birds in my ears. My journal’s pages are smudged with the frantic inking…
A Quarry
I dreamt I was a little girl reaching tall on tippy toes as my button nose peered over stony wall to see a quarry on the other side . In…
