Nothing’s The Same When Everything Changes

It's not that I didn't expect change. Of course I did; and it's not like my concept of change was minimal; it wasn't. However, change has always been a relatively fluid concept in my life, I don't much care for it and I am keenly aware of its presence regardless the situation. Changes in the …

Jumping the Cliff

The weird part isn’t the expectations of what you should be, or who you were, or who, inevitably you are. The weird part is the change. The moment you realize this life is a new one. Not one that you returned for parts and made of it what you could, its the one you never …

Still I Rise

Still I Rise BY MAYA ANGELOU You may write me down in historyWith your bitter, twisted lies,You may trod me in the very dirtBut still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you?Why are you beset with gloom?’Cause I walk like I've got oil wellsPumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns,With …

A Love Note to Self: ‘This too shall pass’

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Always Show Up, Rarely Arrive

It was Hawaii, surrounded by beauty I didn’t see, but felt instead. I was there for a rigorous yoga intensive training and sitting under the stars at rustic chic picnic tables I finally understood something the guru had said as he first entered the room three days ago. He was silent, but powerfully electric and …

Know few things, but know them well

I wonder what my life will mean to you. I wonder if your eyes will ever see the survivor behind mine. I wonder if you'll ask questions and if you do if I'll answer them correctly and with unfiltered honesty. I wonder if some filtering is acceptable. I wonder what your laugh will sound like …

To my daughter…

Be gentle my little thunderstorm the world has only just begun to get ready... The smell of your head on my chest and I'm somewhere else, watching- like a girl watching romantic comedies waiting to be appreciated for her messy hair and glasses as she types away lost in a Starbucks a story that only …

The End and the Very Beginning

Sitting in the doctors office and I'm staring around the room. The smell is familiar but the air is different. There's no one in my stomach this time and no baby carrier beside me. All the posters show pregnant belly's and baby size charts. There's equipment on the table that's inevitably going to be used …

This is A Story About a Girl

Tragedy trained me for a life that I barely survived, and strength defined me for the life I fought blood sweat and tears to earn. We are all victims of circumstance, my path was a dark one. But I rose, piece by piece- moment by moment- choice by choice- I rose until the addiction, and …

The Journey

For the women who don't talk about the battles but are scarred from the fights. The women who rose again and again until one day, like air they rose high enough to keep going. To the women who took the road less traveled.... moms, daughters, lovers, learners United we stand and together we rise. I'm …