It took six years and ten days to let myself fall apart. Following you home in the car, wondering simultaneously if I’d lose you on the vintage green Honda in some horrific crash, or, if it was all over as soon as the flight from Cozumel touched ground. Truth be told, it ended the day…Read more Walk in the Park
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Illuminatus
“Why are some of our lights off and others on, despite whatever a bunch of lab rats did when they were trapped alone in cages with piles of cocaine and Twinkies? The thing is, we’re not lab rats, and some of us won’t succumb to Twinkies or coke no matter how many times they try…Read more Illuminatus
Home
By the time I left for college, my family had moved nine times. I used to have a recurring nightmare of running down a street holding a cardboard box that was falling apart with each stride. Between college and the couch I’m currently sitting on, I’ve moved thirteen times, been briefly homeless and survived an…Read more Home
Modern Hymns
Street art Seattle I am in the wildernessYou are in the musicIn the man's car next to me Somewhere in my sadnessI know I won't fall apartCompletely When I need to be rescuedAnd I need a place to swimI have a rock to cling to in the storm When no one can hear me callingI…Read more Modern Hymns
Don’t Lose Your Head
Temperance I was sound asleep when your hands Clamped around the base of my neck Impressing you into repressed she Told you it was too hard But you never listened Muffled between the sheet, backseat and steeplechase You stuffed your own mouth with the dirty socks and duct tape of chronic criticism Lies Forced us…Read more Don’t Lose Your Head
Heart to Heart
Pardon the bleeding heart. Mercury’s in retrograde…again. But sincerely, the essence of all healing is finding our way back to Love. We can’t love anyone or anything, until we figure out how to love ourselves. Whether it was brutal, gruesome trauma, or the subtle erosion of moving from a secure and nourishing childhood into the…Read more Heart to Heart
The Hook
Wendy was one of those broken, naive, people pleasers who’d been abused into forgetting we’re all made of stardust and love. Naturally, she found herself trapped in isolation, attempting to wash the dirty laundry of lost boys who’d show up at her balcony demanding selfless mothering. Mistaking dependency for devotion, she’d let them in, one…Read more The Hook
Sip
Recovery forces us to admit, out loud, to an unconditional witness, the secrets we keep, even to ourselves which previously allowed us to justify various dysfunctional behaviors that had once served the function of saving our lives but would eventually kill us, literally, figuratively, or both. I realized my eating disorder had turned my body…Read more Sip
Vida
Providence Provide Vida Life e I will endlessly transform myself in the undying light of your Love ~ Love is the driving force behind everything He does. ~ 1 Corinthians
Imagine
Imagine a society where everyone understood and knew how to appropriately respond to wounded behaviors, symptoms of stress, mental illness, grief, fear, pain. Instead of attempting to get revenge, enable, shame, punish or publicly humiliate each other for our faults, we’d surround each other with compassion, encourage the building of strengths, promote social learning, practice…Read more Imagine
Born in Providence 