These tattered curtains resemble me Who I am today, The one I used to be They are worn from the daylight scorching their threads Holes from the violent breeze Through open windows Abruptly thrashing them They served their purpose when they were new Today hanging as a memory that life wasn't easy That times can… Continue reading Tattered Threads
I remember it like it was yesterday, police officers roaming from class to class with their dogs and handheld metal detectors. As one of them entered my classroom I knew any minute I would be in more trouble than I ever thought I would be, when waking up for school that day. I unzipped my… Continue reading The Heart of Man
It’s Valentine’s Day and there are no words that adequately describe how much I have truly loathed this holiday. I shared last year, I think it was, why this is my least favorite day of the year – But to catch you up – This day 18 years ago, I married someone who aided in… Continue reading A Day of Love
Libby sat in the row of guest chairs this morning, just waiting. She wasn’t even sure what it was that she was waiting for, but there she sat in anticipation either way. Dr. Melbourne, the Cardiovascular Surgeon who had taken over Israel’s care, walked into the waiting room. He was a very short man, small-boned and… Continue reading Half-Hearted, Fully Loved (One Mother’s Journey into HLHS & Loss)
I'll admit, this is a weird place to be in. I'm 35 years old, going through menopause and raising a four year old. How many menopausal women out there can say the same? Shockingly, there is a lot considering all of the many women I have heard stories from who were also put into medically… Continue reading Menopause Pt. 3: The Journey Continues
Yesterday evening, I was watching a news program where the female journalist brought on a young woman, a self-identified “feminist” and a writer, whom had written a disparaging piece on the First Lady of the United States, Melania Trump. It was one of those interviews where I found myself searching all around me for the… Continue reading Faux Feminism: What’s Not Being Said
Last night I couldn’t sleep, so I went out to the living room with my laptop and thought maybe this would be a good time to write. Instead, I had so many things I wanted to say circling around in my head that there I was, hypnotically staring at a blinking curser on a blank… Continue reading Cast Your Cares
I hear a lot of people these days shouting about peace and their desire for it, while they also perpetually allow themselves to be enthralled in petty arguments, endless debates and constant drama. As I’ve said many times, peace comes from within. It isn’t hinged upon what the surrounding circumstances dictate so long as you… Continue reading The Act of Peace
This month marks the one year anniversary of my oldest sister’s passing and I’ve been thinking a lot about the influence that she had on my life. When she died, I was already on this journey of self-discovery and enlightenment, but when she left, it pushed me even harder down the path which I was… Continue reading For Whom Taught Me
This past weekend my sister posted a funny video depicting millennials in a job interview. We both have teenaged daughters, which made it funny because we see the likeness in our own children. I personally saw it funny because the much older interviewer referred to “technological skills” as knowing how to operate within Microsoft Excel… Continue reading Free Speech Anyone?
Lately I keep asking myself the question, what do I write for? The past few months I have written many pieces which I have passed on publishing to this blog. It seems like right now, emotions are heightened. Any difference of opinion is more likely to be met with incomparable emotional aggression than to that… Continue reading Writing in the New Year
I can’t help but wonder, when is it ever going to be enough, for us to rise up and call the discrepancies to light? Suddenly adults have to be told not to inappropriately touch children. Suddenly grown people have to be reprimanded and displayed across the court of public opinion, to know it’s not okay… Continue reading Decline and Fall
Last year I wrote about what Christmas has meant to me in years passed. Though I still share the same sentiment, this year feels somewhat different. This is a year of firsts. It’s the first year that we have a live Christmas tree, since I was a kid. It will be the first time that… Continue reading It’s Beginning to Look a lot like Christmas
Yesterday, I was talking with a good friend of mine about the terror of a child I had for the day. My own child that is. I should say that I was venting, more than anything else. My friend has a toddler of her own, her first child, and she is finally getting to experience… Continue reading The Language of Love
Have you ever felt out of place? As though you’re the square peg surrounded by round holes and you just do not fit? You’re not fish, you’re not fowl -- You are something in-between that has no place and no tribe of its own? What took me a while to discover was that we are… Continue reading Finding Your Tribe!