The Lies Anxiety Told Me and the Truths I Believed

My anxiety is a foe. I thought it was a friend. When we first met I didn’t even know its real name, Anxiety. I called it by what it wanted me to know: Protection. It had other endearing nicknames like, Responsible, Thoughtful, Precise, Reflective, Careful. It was years later I learned of its sneaky cousin,…

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On Accessing Life

This is the greatest dance I’ll ever dance. I’m 34. I’m a mother, a teacher, a sober person. An aunt, a friend. I’m educated but under-schooled. A breakout and a recluse. All I really know is me and I’m still learning.

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I Found God

I Found God I found God at the tip of my pen, in an Instagram post of positivity, reading the words of treasured authors, sitting in the summer seat of our patio’s cast iron furniture, sipping coffee and searching the sky for streams of color bursting through, and listening to the birds greet me again.…

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With Gratitude

Originally written November 29, 2019 Every thing that’s ever been has led me to this moment. I feel this vibration in my body. Part nerves, part breaking-out. I see words in a book that have been in my head and my heart doesn’t know what to do with itself. It craves to be voiced, too.…

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