Seven years. It's been seven years since I had some time that could be mine to do with as I please. The routine of my life consisted of pregnancies, depression, births, newborns, infants, toddlers and learning to nap when I got a chance. By the time my daughter turned three, my son was born. We … Continue reading Mother, May I?
Category: Reflective Thoughts
Bring. It. On.
I've been told I've got talent. Not the kind of talent that creates art…or publishes books…or contributes to the world's excessive need to be entertained. The talent I've got involves people. Individuals. Souls. It's a dirty sort of talent. One where I twist and pull and shake out the piles and piles of shit people … Continue reading Bring. It. On.
The Words I am Made of Are Mine
My voice flows through my fingertips, spelling out the words my lips refuse to form. My soul leaps through lines and paragraphs, dancing on letters in joyous freedom. My heart lays on these pages, exposed. You think you have the power to hurt me. You think you can use my outlet against me. You think … Continue reading The Words I am Made of Are Mine
That’s Me In The Corner
I clutch the bar of the stroller and rock it back and forth, even though the baby is scampering about the room. The movement keeps my shaking hands hidden from view. I feel the tension in my shoulders and neck. The room begins to go out of focus. There is a roar in my ear. … Continue reading That’s Me In The Corner
Why I Sing the Blues
I'm a bit melodramatic if you haven't figured that out. I see things with my heart and feel things with my soul. It can be stressful at times, trying to dig the rationale out of heaping piles of feelings, but there are some rewards. So I was a bit surprised when my husband, who can … Continue reading Why I Sing the Blues
Colloquially Speaking 