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*, [...]
I had a conversation this week with a fellow childhood sexual abuse survivor, and we talked about raising children. While she was able to have her own children, I of course could not. What I found fascinating, in our discussion, was the same internal pressures had remained. While I was a foster turned adoptive mother, [...]
I was part of a writer's workshop over the weekend which centralized around the philosophies of Virginia Woolf. One of the chosen exercises encouraged us to take a favorite short tale and retell it with more flowery, poetic, and meandering writing. A later exercise asked us to remember a time when we fell in love [...]
I've seen you there, lurking in the shadows. You watch, detached yet eternally connected, and I'll be honest- I don't know how I feel about that. I don't recall ever saying that you had to hide, though to be fair, boundaries were crossed and I can see how you might interpret you should. Life is [...]
Rainy Day in May... 