Mute meant obedience All it really meant was cold compliance Dissociation was a welcomed relief where inconvenient rage, terror and consequence should have rightly taken their place Amidst intolerable offense Your lack of accountability is intolerable But what's left To rage against? Hollow egos incapable of bearing the weight of their own shame? Broken brittle…Read more Hum
Maybe the blizzard and I had something in common and paradox was part of the plan. I hadn’t considered the possibility I was born in divine Providence, as in the tender loving will and care of someone out there who’s planted seeds of free will and vastly infinite possibilities in each of us, until after…Read more Notes
Yesterday's live Zoom event was my kind of friends-giving; a gathering of wise hearts nourishing each other by sharing ways to stay well. Thanks to all who joined and contributed to a lively discussion with a very special thanks to Michelle for her invitation to co-host this event. Here's a summary of what we discovered…Read more Friends-Giving
Calcified carcass Abandoned by the body An amorphous sucker One born Every day Buried under water weight And all she ate When they were still Attached at the hip Descending deeper down By relentless dictation Of her Mother's illusive light She's empty Fractured Concave Hollow An irregular mathematical miracle Who'll collect dust Mute memento Decorating…Read more Memento
Michelle and I would love to have you join us for our first ever LIVE ZOOM event this Saturday from 12 to 1:00 pm, pacific time. We're going to be sharing Self-Care Strategies for the Holidays. Michelle is a fellow clinician and beautiful writer; check out her blog Intimately Worded. I'm excited and honored to…Read more Zoom! Zoom!
How do you summarize a life? My mother said one day I’d write the great american novel. She’s made all kinds of grandiose and impossible claims, like poverty is the path to heaven and my birthday card from 2007 was stolen by jealous neighbors who probably never had a caring mother of their own. No…Read more Born in Providence
Last night I came across an article on Publisher's Weekly; a writer was all up in arms because publishers appear to have stuffed literature into slutty outfits and given them all bad stripper names. That's a metaphor. Metaphors are like, really old. I've been researching iconic book covers as part of getting ready to be…Read more You’re Amazeballz!