Wandering Child
I breathe the air of queens pastRespite I thought was sure to lastI was never meant to be your shadow to castYour tag-along you’d drag alongTo […]
reflection
The Letter I Wish My Mother Wrote Me
Dear Kristin, Congratulations on graduating from Texas Tech. I’m sorry I wasn’t there; I should have been. Here’s the deal. I was a shitty mother. I
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The Eclipse Edit
My core, whole and good, are both enveloped and set free by the windBirds flying about, chirping their progress of finding a new home before the
Personal Beliefs – Small Self turned Authentic: Part One
I wanted to go back. Way back, when I was really diving in deep in my spiritual and healing journey. I grabbed an old journal and
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It’s the little things that mean the most.
I came home at 4:30pm smiling after a fairly easy day at work, full of laughter and good conversation with my coworkers. Yes – laughter and
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Lonely Contentment
I feel lonely. I feel lonely and alone in the world. I feel like there is a city bustling outside my walls, laughter and comraderie floating
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Silent Expectations
Joyce Meyer recently preached about how silence feeds our fears, our regrets, and our sorrows. She said one of the best things we can do is
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[Emotional] Rollercoaster
Today was one of those days…where 7 days feel crammed into one, with all of a week’s worth of errands to run, tasks to complete, and
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108 Day Journey
“Let me know, let me know when I’ve got room to run” – Dermot Kennedy I’m very much moved by music. I easily cry during my
Making Waves: Keep Moving Forward
I have no idea why I’m sitting outside, in the sunshine and fresh air, writing. Yesterday I was in bed until 2 pm, then I went
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The Brief: How I Survived Childhood
My manuscript is currently pages of memories and insights. No order, just what I am remembering during the moments I write. I read that writers should
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