Let rest win.

Is it a light? No, a spark.  A twinkle.  That razzle-dazzle that makes you glow from within and fills every room you grace with radiant...

I am not responsible…   I am not responsible for…     your failed relationships   I am not responsible for…     your inability to sit...

“The caged bird sings with a fearful trill, of things unknown, but longed for still, and his tune is heard on the distant hill, for the...

Sometimes love dies at Valentine's. Sometimes the love doesn’t die with a big bang.  Sometimes there are no heated battles waged on the...

I’l preface this by stating we’ve only shared one Thanksgiving with my in-laws. It was our first Thanksgiving as a married couple and the la

Before they burn the world  I want to see the lights of Las Vegas  Gaze upon the Grand Canyon  Feel the heat of Yellowstone Laugh like a...

"These performances didn’t come with fame and money, though. There was only grief."

"... where does one go when there's no going back but forward feels too heavy a load to carry."

I wrote this after a wave of immense sadness hit me on Juneteenth. Today we celebrate freedom That's what the white folks think In...

Reflections on the time we don't take.

“I’m fine”… Shhh, you don’t mean that - my heart interjects “No, really, I’m fine” … I protest Why do you lie to them - my heart asks My...

I've noticed a lot of discussions on family trauma center around the immediate family (parents, siblings, and possibly grandparents...

Oh, Spring.  Full of potential.  The earth waits patiently for us to tend her soil. But first, winter.  I enjoy February.  We’re in the...

Another trip around the sun.  While I’m not hitting one of the big zero birthdays (I’ve got two years to go before the big 4-0), this...

I wrote this in December of 2020 as part of a writing activity that a then acquaintance, now friend, had come up with. As I move through...

“I feel like there are three versions of myself attempting to coexist in this one body.” Before the holidays my therapist gave me an...

I enjoy gardening. My favorite part of it isn’t the harvest, but the planting or the act of creating a space for roots to grow.  As I’ve...

I want to talk about the day my mother died. It was a Friday.  It was supposed to be the weekend that ushered in a summer of fun.  I...

My mother's death broke me. I feel like I'm saying that a lot, but it's true. I've been through the wringer in life and those previous...