In studying the art and lives of artists, I continue to learn about the nature of humanity. We can create the kind of beauty that makes all the cells in our bodies dance with inspired electricity. And sometimes, we can be absolute atrocities, full of rage, hopelessness, righteous indignation, violence, passivity, cruelty. Love is our…Read more Peace Be with You
Covered
Last night I dreamt about a school that was a castle on the outside, surrounded by an aqua moat. I climbed three flights of stairs and arrived at the door to a wide, fluorescent lit hallway lined with classrooms. A group of students and administrators said it was my turn to ‘go’. Go? Go where?…Read more Covered
Salt
I want to spit the Unforgiving truth across your unsaved face Slap your mouth with my sharpened tongue Fatten and split your lip In front of the empty fridge Where you picked apart my imperfections Just before the exam When I'd barely yet begun to be You hated hated hated me Hungry for the elusive…Read more Salt
Nourished
Unplanned adventure. My therapist has been challenging me to expand my definition of what it means to nourish myself at the intersection of ed recovery, pursuing my publishing dreams and living during a pandemic. We aim high. She’s amazing. A huge part of how I got out from where I started was mastering the art…Read more Nourished
Feeling Right
Many of us are asking ourselves if it's ok to feel a sense of vindication, even celebration, that certain people got some bad news this week. As a licensed clinician and survivor of complex trauma, I thought I'd share some insights about what's happening. When someone's behaved in ways that recklessly demolished the hopes, dreams,…Read more Feeling Right
Consider It
How do we end poverty? Those in power must first be willing to acknowledge their unearned privilege. Then, they must be willing to share by dismantling the systems they run which only work to their advantage. I know. It's a lot to ask. And super overwhelming. I mean, what's a guy or gal to do when…Read more Consider It
Hum
I can't remember if there was a tree, just that it was Christmas morning and the apartment had no furniture except for a sofa and metal folding chair in the living room. We probably weren't supposed to be there but I don't think there was another option. Hot silos of Dunkins sat on the counter…Read more Hum
Death of a Dream Journal
Cratered Lake and pot-holed The soul-hungry collective stalked empty mauls Hollow cases Echoed cries of the old normal We should have never been Taking as opposed to giving or sheltering tree Bitten Stung Strung out How should love be? A nearby wedding Featuring meth addicted bested men Filled the former foyers of Wall Street With…Read more Death of a Dream Journal
Born in Providence 