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
recovery
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
What If
“There is freedom waiting for you On the breezes of the sky And you ask ‘What if I fall?’ Oh but my darling, What if you fly?” -Erin Hanso Surrendering to change in the midst of this global eclipse. Aligning with my intention for this year, Ease; the hardest lesson we’ll ever learn is giving…Read more What If
Divisible
The first dream Where I saw you approach Love silently smothered In the yellow booster Seated at the wrong side of An unfinished Turn table Leveled by legless arms Hoisting a sword It's over my head If only I were paralyzed Could you see The slicing nightmare Piercing guiltless bread Forever divided Between all your…Read more Divisible
Burning Moonlight
We abandon hunger At the first sliver of light Baby crescent cobra Hovers over Unburied bones On thawing ground We cannot weight To shove them under Careful consumption Exposed in onion skinned detail The swollen swallow Chokes On a breath of fresh air Replacing the silence of peacekeeping With deafening truth Sing sing sing Goodbye…Read more Burning Moonlight
A is for…
Let's jump right in, shall we? Adverse Childhood Experiences or ACE's is the largest public health study to inextricably link early life traumas to adult health outcomes. It was conducted in the late 90's by two, white, male doctors at Kaiser Permanente; a fancy healthcare corporation, not a german King. It's important to note that…Read more A is for…
Leaving the Palace
When young Buddha snuck out of the palace to see what life was like for us mere mortals, he freaked out. He saw all the awful parts of life he’d been sheltered from his entire, young, privileged life. Kind of like what’s happening now for privileged people who’ve never had limitations forced on them by…Read more Leaving the Palace
Break Her
The Breakers is one among a string of grandiose abodes, against which the restless Atlantic bangs her white capped head. You would too. They're embarrassingly excessive erections; temples of oppression can hardly be considered homes worthy of priceless admission with their velvet ropes and closed off rooms, everything hermetically sealed in prophylactics, much like their…Read more Break Her
Born in Providence 