"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 →
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 →
There is a life/death/life cycle that no one wants to live too closely to. This week, as the full moon began it’s decent to the grave and the bluebells pushed towards the light and life waiting for them above the loose soil, a mirroring occurred in my own life.
Why aren't scientist rushing to Gabriel Brothers to study the mysterious black hole that must exist somewhere behind its deceptive doors? [Gabes]: "Want some unbelievable rewards?" [me]: I do need a birthday gift.... [Gabes]: "Why not step inside?" [me]: *shrugs* Two hours later, the doors swing shut behind me. I have to squint to avoid... Continue Reading →
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 →