Yesterday I bumped into some old writing; several thousand words chronicling the death of a decade which now looks like a worn out towel in my memory. It made me question love; why we need it, how to go about it, what it's for, why bother the risks. Last night I dreamt about an…Read more Love is.
True Stories
There is no life that does not contribute to history- Dorothy West
Wholly
Some things mark you; a tattoo, holding your first niece for the first time, getting your front teeth kicked out by an ice skate, seeing the northern lights across a hay field. On our honeymoon I swam over a jellyfish which left a spatulate, purple ghost across the tops of my thighs. A lifeguard poured…Read more Wholly
More or Less
The recipe was complex. It wasn't the product of any single ingredient; chaotic poverty, violent neighborhoods, a biological rejection of breast milk, my father's drinking, a decade of sexual abuse, ballet, track, modeling, cheerleading, gymnastics, being the smart, good, catholic girl who could babysit, clean, cook, say helpful things, the girl who got beat…Read more More or Less
For What it’s Worth
Strangers often tell me their life story. The theme goes like this: Something or someone hurt me so I do these things which hurt me or others to try and fix, erase or control how worthless or unworthy I feel. They tell me about their important, extraordinary accomplishments or list of personal slights. The range of…Read more For What it’s Worth
Full
Florida (New Years 2014) Coming to the end of this year has instead brought me to the beginning, where everything had to start over from nothing. Life is beautifully cyclical this way as I would learn a few short weeks ago parked at a stop light in a snow storm, when a strangers car…Read more Full
The Perfect Storm
To get out of the projects, my parents moved us into a partially condemned apartment building with faulty electricity and no running hot water. It was a relief and discomfort at the same time; you a lose a network, a sense of rank and familiarity when you go someplace new. I could anticipate the violence…Read more The Perfect Storm
up
I couldn't sleep the first night in the new apartment on Park Place. It wasn't much quieter than the projects, but I could feel we were out of that bubble now, living in the open world. I didn't know our rank here except to say we had to hide sometimes and pretend we didn't live…Read more up
The Work,Wife Balance
The struggle is real. I occasionally take Friday's off to get chores done and have a weekend. It doesn't mean I don't check emails or take staff phone calls, it just means I do those things in my yoga pants while I switch the laundry. My great grandmother had an 8th grade education and worked…Read more The Work,Wife Balance
Love
"Prostitutes are in no danger of finding their present life so satisfactory that they cannot turn to God: the proud, the avaricious, the self-righteous, are in that danger."-C.S Lewis If you have ever spent a night, or many nights, with uncertainty about what you might eat or where you might sleep and you come into…Read more Love
Friends of the Tin Man
You don't get out by your own devices. Contrary to popular opinion, if life has given you a beating, or several, your bootstraps were likely one of the weapons used against you and will therefore snap when you attempt to haul yourself up by them. Dorothy, and every other fairy story heroine, has proven to…Read more Friends of the Tin Man
Born in Providence 