The Manhattans count as gospel, by the way. Let’s just kiss and say goodbye...I don’t know if it was the lyrics or those blue suits, whatever it was, it worked. Good grief. I grieved for the last time we went for a coffee walk as a family, when Bubs still had four legs. The last…Read more Status Update
Running
Our sweet baby boy is having surgery on Monday. Tonight he had his last bath with four legs. If it weren’t for all hell breaking loose in the world, I’d be crying but my emotional faucet is shut off until further notice. Dissociating is my survival superpower. There’s no such thing as down time or…Read more Running
The Message
I could not sleep. Ratchet was having a panic attack; panting hard, shifting around in pain and shaking. He knows something's wrong but he can't talk about it...because he's a dog. He's not worried about global viruses or running out of toilet paper. It's the bump on his leg. We had the biopsy last Thursday.…Read more The Message
Be Ok
How are you? I've found it hard to think, read, sleep and even talk sometimes the past few days. For those of us with trauma histories, the current situation is pushing all our buttons. Why? Because trauma once threatened our sense of safety and control in the world, and now, it's happening all over again.…Read more Be Ok
I Scream
I Scream. You Scream. We All Scream for gluten free zucchini cupcakes with butter scream frosting. #butterscream #iscream #scream #mermaid #shemade #hermade #she #her #baptism
Sonflowers
This mourning I wrote, then sang, spoke and painted, after waking too soon from a tumultuous dream. All in all a good day. xo
Mortal Garden
Two roads diverged in an Uber wood We took the path Untralleved by A thoughtless daughter and invisible son To meet agents of change For melted rice and revolt A pastoral professor, street prophet, cat woman, stray man and hungry ghost Seeking more than fajitas and reign We, the parched people Do disdain Injured injustice…Read more Mortal Garden
