This is a sacred space. It is my quiet - where my thoughts flow across a clean, white screen with no smudges and smears. It is a private space with a door opening to the outside allowing others to peek in within the safety of words drawing boundaries with their intimacy. I write boldly about … Continue reading Taking a Stand for Sarah Tuttle-Singer
There is a soundtrack to my life. There are an endless amount of lyrics and tunes stored in my brain and the second something happens that triggers a feeling, a song begins to play. Today, I heard the White Lion ballad stirring around as I listened to an audio clip of children crying out for … Continue reading When the Children Cry – Rise Up!
I am woman; I am tired of roaring. For as long as I can remember, my throat has burned from the constant constriction of my vocal chords fighting to be heard in a world where I was made second. From his rib, you were formed, by his side you shall stay… If it helps you … Continue reading I Am Woman — Please Don’t Make Me Roar