I can finally say that I am a writer and a poet. Why couldn’t I claim myself as a writer…
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LOREM IPSUM DOLOR SIT AMET
In the middle of writing this morning, I stopped everything and put on my running clothes. I had promised myself…
“Show me your ugly,” my good friend said to me when I beat myself up for the feelings I had…
Some days I think it would be fine to just sit and watch my tomatoes ripen. When you sit and…
You are about to read a journal entry I made on 9/9/14, after coming home from the Women’s Health Seminar,…
Here’s how it went down. I’m lying in bed, laptop propped on pillows. Been on Facebook way too long connecting…
It has taken me a long time to reorganize my feelings and beliefs about the pursuit of perfection, and how…
In school, when we would pick apart poems as part of our assignments, I never understood why we had to…
This post is dedicated to my friend Diane Lamas, who passed away on July 30, 2014. Another sweet angel is…
“There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep and still be counted as warriors.” ―…