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The Wonder Years

Why do we like to cling to an identity? Why do we like to "know" what makes up who we are? Identifying with our names, with personal...

Choked

So much of what we do is to fill some sort of hole. A hole we don't even know exists. We don't realize we are filling anything until we...

The Alcoholic's Wife Part Deux

My ex-husband - when I picture his smile and his laugh it makes me smirk and tear a little thinking about his British gaps (that's what...

The Alcoholic's Wife

Tonight's post is a little shorter than the last one. As I mentioned on my instagram today, I learned after my first post that the blog,...

Millions of Mirrors

What do I mean when I say, "everything is a mirror of yourself?" What do I mean when I say, "when things change inside you, things change...

The Softness In The Pause

When I think about Easter, Resurrection Sunday, I find myself thinking about and celebrating my own rebirths of sorts. I think about how...

The Year of the "3's"

As I sit here sipping my oat milk matcha latte, reflecting on the last year as a 33 year old woman, I can genuinely say I learned more...

Trading Your Fear For Faith

Some days I wake up with so much gratitude and love in my heart, with a huge desire to create, write, and give back to my community....

Shared Humanity

We have been taught our whole lives not to feel. Both by society or family. The second we show an emotion, especially one of anger or...