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
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Notes
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
Friends-Giving
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
Memento
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
Zoom! Zoom!
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!
You’re Amazeballz!
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!
Locus of Control
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
First Draft
Peace is not the absence of conflict, it is the conscious facing of our brutal reality to actively but safely wrestle with our discomforts as we reconstruct a destination we’ve yet to imagine. xo
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
Born in Providence 