How I Got Here

Writing has long been a source of identity for me. I published a zine and audio zine when I was 16. A reckless collection of poetry and journal musings about a boy (like many others) I should’ve never been into and my struggle against parental interference. Or, puppy love BS packaged in a grungy, edgy … Continue reading

Parenting from a Place of Healing

I am on a journey. I chose a path of self-discovery and recovery, equipped with a determination to live intentionally and love responsibly. Self-discovery constantly unveils new layers of personality to be tended and cultivated. The path constantly grows and shifts, revealing new alcoves of sunshine and new life; uncovering tangled vines and challenging roots. … Continue reading

Do you fear what I fear?

Love doesn’t come the way it once did: a loud patron pushing open an unhinged door and allowing in the evening’s bluster, announcing the need for a seat though no reservation shows on the books. Love isn’t invited the way it once was: by an exposed and impressionable hostess granting not permission but giving always … Continue reading

Dear Lover, Do you fear what I fear?

Love doesn’t come the way it once did: a loud patron pushing open an unhinged door and allowing in the evening’s bluster, announcing the need for a seat though no reservation shows on the books. Love isn’t invited the way it once was: by an exposed and impressionable hostess granting not permission but giving always … Continue reading

Where Memories Live

I sat where I sit right now, night after night, at the dining room table that once belonged to our grandmother. We talked. I thought he listened. My words must have sounded hollow. I once again teetered on the brink of losing myself—withdrawing from what I knew I needed in favor of what I thought … Continue reading

Fellow Warriors in the Battle for Yourself

Sitting across from her with over-sized salads and ice water between us, I can tell how much stronger she is than when we first met two years ago. She’s in the process of selling the house she shared with her husband of 23 years, buying a townhouse in Richmond, and completing graduate school to get … Continue reading

Run Your Own Race

I watch the trail of trail runners—traipsing through the forest, each on their own mission. Some run the 10K course; others the half marathon. Some run for speed; others run for bragging rights to their children. Some run for the finish line; others run to enjoy being surrounded by moisture trapped under dense tree cover, … Continue reading

Join Me in Seeking Attention Anonymous

Join Me. All I ask is that you join me on this journey. Join me as we leave behind our search for others’ approval and set our sights on our self-defined sense of worth. For me, the journey has already lasted longer than I thought it would. At this point, I intend it to last … Continue reading