I looked for you everywhere Fear closed my eyes to the light So we tripped Over shadows Ripping out souls Rig her, anchor and spite Cast her out Across from all the places we know Nothing compares to those horizon lines The familiar gaze Of distant planets Jagged peaks And wet trails Don’t make wishes…Read more Voyant
Anorexia
Hunger hurts but starving works when it costs too much to love.- Fiona Apple
Child’s Pose
Eventually, carrying around the weight of the world took its toll on my back. Apparently it has something to do with parentification, years of public service, a pandemic and perimenopause. I don’t actually care what caused the pain. At this point, I just want it to stop, for all of us. You’re hurting. I hear…Read more Child’s Pose
Ride On
After my first divorce I got hit with a bout of full blown clinical depression. It felt like I swallowed a half ton magnet that was either trying to pull me into the center of an eternal void or electrocute me. So, not the funnest time. Because I’m a therapist, I knew I needed to…Read more Ride On
Wild
Roughly twenty years ago I tripped over this book on the floor of Bunch of Grapes; a shop on the vineyard. Later that night I succumbed to the most nurturing, nourishingly magical idea of moving to the farthest corner of the country, getting lost in a forest dripping with moss and being adopted by the…Read more Wild
Midbar
Most of it was brutal But beautiful You never once said it would be easy Promised Till death do us IN There’s a fine line of intention between God and Pan I’ll simultaneously trust and grip the wheel for steer life Dear lives Go easier Gently pressing petals Between pampered feet and parchment Oil changes…Read more Midbar
Mixed Signals
Don’t settle. Beggars can’t be choosers. Ignoring your needs is self-abandonment. You are worthy. You are enough. 10000 Ways to Improve Yourself Be grateful for what you have. Don’t let complacency steal your dreams. Or, my current personal favorite: His name is Perrier 👍🏼 How are we supposed to recognize that a mattress on the…Read more Mixed Signals
Ghost Story
Hunger is just a mask for shame. We blame ourselves for the wounds that make them incapable of reciprocity; chronically apologizing, appeasing, guessing at what’s normal and attempting to predict or anticipate their every need. Intergenerational nightmares are the real monster. If we’d just turn on the light and collectively console ourselves, paradise, as it…Read more Ghost Story
Golden
Miracles surface when we keep going and humbly surrender to this bizarre experience called life. Less becomes plenty. Chaos transforms into peace. Unfathomable pain is cured. Questions answer themselves and one day there’s nothing left to do but look into the light and whisper ‘I wonder what will happen next.’ I wish it hadn’t taken…Read more Golden
Believe
Photo credit: Nathan Vines Once upon a time, I tried explaining my ‘container belief’ theory to my therapist. For whatever reason, when I’m the client, I lose all capacity to make rational sense and instead ramble on in half-baked metaphors loosely beaten with full blown emotion. She’s somehow always understood me and for that I’ll…Read more Believe
Holes
Photo credit: Nathan Vines The ones you made in the wall Where we compressed unanswered questions Between skin and printed memories Incomplete stories Haunt the space that embraces What’s left Inside the holes made In your body A bloody cave Seeps into the empty tomb Feeling up Necrotic wombs Breeding generations of unhealed wounds Where…Read more Holes
Born in Providence 