nurturing her tangled hair, barefoot soul, and strong mind
The Beast stalks you like a stranger at night. Waiting around each corner. Crouching in the shadows. But nobody else sees it. It whispers soft threats. Like rumbling thunder. A storm churning. But nobody else hears it. It sets the walls on fire. Engulfs your mind in flames. And sears through your chest. But nobody else… Continue reading Exposing the Invisible Beast…
Hey, Mama… I see you walking the aisles of the grocery store, and I want you to know that I remember You. Beneath that chaotic mess of hair, strands falling out of the elastic, into your eyes, around your ears, and down the back of your neck… I remember You. Draped in the stained, stretched,… Continue reading Remember You
It's been a tough few months in my home. While I always try to keep my head up, I’m afraid I’ve found myself bowing down beneath the weight of sorrow. I’m ok with that. I’ve come to learn that the heaviness of Grief is born from the depths of Great Love. This is something I… Continue reading Good Grief
There’s a meme that’s been circling around, and I smile every time I see it; “Being an adult is making plans with an old friend, but never actually following through.” Ain’t that the truth. Relationships are hard. I can’t tell you how many times I see someone and say, “We should get together.” This isn’t… Continue reading Kismet
I’m not good with distance. I like to be close. Anyone who knows me, knows this. I’m not one to give a distant greeting. If I haven’t seen you in a while, a smile or wave won’t do. I’m a hugger. I love to pull people in close. Heart to Heart. It warms me in… Continue reading Closing the Distance
Today, my girl is the greatest human in the room. And I’m not just saying this room, I’m saying EVERY room. She’s the funniest, the smartest, the kindest, and of course, the most beautiful. That girl of mine shines the brightest. Today, she is the greatest because she believes it so. Tomorrow, this will change.… Continue reading Bullying
Forty years ago, an Irish Catholic woman from Lynn, Mass, took the hands of a Muslim man from Lahore, Pakistan, and swore to be his woman for all her life. And he swore to be her man. This wasn’t a match made in Heaven (Or Jannat). It was an Earthly union of two Wild souls.… Continue reading The Flames that Raised Me
As I sat on my back porch tonight, I felt the winds change. It’s a subtle shift. A soft whisper. The land around me sucked in its last summer breath and released a cool warning that these moments of warmth were coming to an end. While I knew the shift of season was approaching, have… Continue reading Holding on to Summer Magic
The climb has always called me. From the time I could walk, I felt compelled to lift my feet off the ground. In my yard, there lived a great apple tree. Her branches beckoned from the first day that my parents allowed me to toddle out of their arms. By four years old, I was… Continue reading The Climb
I’m a dreamer. Being a dreamer makes it tough to spin my way through the real world. And living in the real world makes it tough to spin my dreams. There’s friction on each end trying to stop the wheel from turning, and I’m always struggling to find a driving force to push through. I… Continue reading The Magic Words
