On “to thy own self be true”

"Woman or girl, Old ‘fore her time. Looking to please Looking to find The part of her self To which she was true Without biting back To save him or you. You and your senses So easily undone. Your sensibilities Pretending to run, Blush, and hide In uncomfortable fashion, Yet turn heel pursuing The first... Continue Reading →

Gurl, Don’t be an Assh*le

Last week I was traveling with my toddler on the last leg of our long journey. She was exhausted and had not seen her father in eight days. The last time she and I flew, she could sit on my lap. Now, two and half years old and screaming bloody murder, she had to sit... Continue Reading →

Baby Steps Still

First steps are hard. First steps are freeing. First steps come fast. First steps bring feeling. Legs must move too Unless we are to fall. Today I step again To answer the call. A year ago, I started a blog to share my poetry.  Scared and unsure, I kept my name off of it.  Today... Continue Reading →

Broke Enough

How much brokenness is just enough to let the hurt go and heal? I often find myself asking this when an object that my grandmother touched is changed, broken, or lost. Today, it is not my grandmother, her belongings or her memories that are changed, broken, or lost.  The only variable in this equation of... Continue Reading →

I didn’t have a choice.

  Yesterday was my first day back to work. After having a baby 16 weeks ago today,I am one of the fortunate ones to just be going back now. While working, I ran into a young teacher and mother who had recently substituted in my old position for an extended period. In a quick conversation... Continue Reading →

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