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.…
Month: April 2021
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…
A Poem about a Helpful Emotion
I felt rage in my dream and even as I write those words I grimace because people say (especially in the Midwest) “Anger isn’t a pretty thing!” It declines to…
My Dog Blue
We call him Blue because his eyes give his name away. He’ll never hear a word we say, but I speak to him all the same. It’s because of him…
I put lipstick on to write
and as soon as I sank into my chair I caught sight of my mouth in the mirror. The red didn’t have any business being there and as I opened…
