I did some dumb stuff as a kid. Now, looking back with the wisdom of a full-grown human, I'm sure that I was looking for attention of various kinds... I was really young, perhaps six or seven, when I–in a fit of anger over being locked in my bedroom–decided to stick a metal hairpin into [...]
There is this not enough theme ribboning throughout my story. Sometimes its satin curl weaves with the abrasive too much-jagged stretch of twine. Not enough daughter, yet whose presence was too much. Not thin enough, the world seeing this body as too full. Not pretty enough... Mom enough... Good enough... Smart enough–rough fraying edges intermittently [...]
Inspired by Emily P. Freeman, I'm spending a little time with her reflection questions and considering what I learned this spring. She asks the following questions: What was your favorite photo from May? As the season unfolded it became clear that the normal spring we craved wasn't just going to happen. March faded into April [...]
George Strait twangs on the radio, my mom beaming as she sings along. I dance in my seat only because, though I'd rather be listening to Michael Jackson or Madonna, the truth is that these types of nights are always my favorite. Her window is cracked open an inch or two, though she flicks her [...]
This is currently where I sit. I have been given this opportunity and everything about it feels just right. Well, almost everything. There is one (pretty huge) thing that is keeping it out of my reach. Breath catching in my chest, for going on eleven hours now, I keep thumping my mind to *think think*, [...]
