I crave connection, yet I run away from being seen. I have been trying to build a local village for a few years. In some ways, I have been successful, but, on the whole, I still haven’t cultivated the deep comnections, and the “living life with a village” type relationships…
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Surviving is Hard
Sometimes I forget that surviving can also be hard. I have lived by the survive or roll over and die standard most of my adult life. When I think about the ten years I spent recovering from back surgeries and fighting to stay on this side of depression, I usually…
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
This poem came in an email for a writing group I had the best intentions taking part in. It resonated deeply and I churned this out in the dark hours of the nights when I couldn’t sleep because of the pain. Those hours and moments are the biggest struggle for…
For 8 Year Old Me
Dear Little One, It isn’t fair. You are stuck in an environment that dims your glow and shames you for your uniqueness. Anger is the emotion you feel the most from those around you and it feels like you can never do anything right. You can. You do. My little…
