Trust the ultimate trust fund-Colossians 3:23 My body's a twisted wreck. I couldn't stop the urge to cry when she jabbed her thumb into the protruding discs in my neck. It was the muscle spasms that finally forced my tingling fingers to hit call and make the appointment. Shoulders don't belong under your ears but…Read more Locus of Control
True Stories
There is no life that does not contribute to history- Dorothy West
Sunflower
Stand tall No matter What can stalk or break you Whispers at the window sill Still Your back turned towards the wall All for one and never have I been one for Teeth stuck in the paneled wood Dissociated from time And space between rational Thought you were losing your mind The migraine pain like…Read more Sunflower
Redefining Self-Care
Today I decided to try a little video chat to quickly share some nagging thoughts on the intersection of self-care and healthy reparenting. Western culture has a way of marketing and commodifying our most basic survival skills, leading us to believe we're deficient and therefore in need of a product or service that can clearly…Read more Redefining Self-Care
Homeless
This morning a fellow writer asked an out of the blue question about when I was homeless. What did I eat? Where did I sleep? How did I survive? I, in turn, asked my husband if saying I’ve been homeless is legit. He said stuff like that happens to everybody. Minimization and globalization are survival…Read more Homeless
Parallel Process
You know the part of the story where the main character decides to ride or die? That's the part I wrote about, again, today. We're perpetually faced with decisions in divided roads. My stomach has been unsettled for the past month. Some mix of stress, work, genetics and my foolish, lifelong fork war. The gift…Read more Parallel Process
The False Impressionist
The ghost carcass Exoskeleton Stamped Naked bones in the wet impostered earth Cheap cement substitutes Trampled tramp Another line, The same ones Over and again You take up all my useless time So I sit Perched above the baby fork A fish out of water Poking overcooked yoke Wondering if you ever gave a shit…Read more The False Impressionist
The Trip of a Lifetime
I hate flying, all that turbulence and being strapped into a ride or die situation with no control over anything. Despite the screaming, shaking, seat kicking, neck spasming, ultimate discomfort of hurtling through space with nothing but jet fuel and some underpaid pilot attempting to defy the laws of gravity; I have this innate yearning…Read more The Trip of a Lifetime
