I was six years old when I learned that I could escape into stories and immerse myself in a make-believe world which existed within bound pages of print. I was…
Winter feels like a lover that cannot leave. Claiming a stake on the last days of its seasonal affair. The light of this morning has found me with a head…
What I Discovered About Myself in the Eyes of Strangers
When was the last time that you felt truly held? When did you last feel like you could unfurl and unravel amongst the safety of strangers? I'm not sure that…
There is something about lighthouses that soothes me. They offer guidance and safety. They signal hope and home. And so often recently, I keep thinking that's all we are trying…
There is something surprisingly undramatic about the moments in which we realize we are going to let go. The moments in which we say, No to the places, people or pastimes that…
I saw you today. The dark clouds gave way to thunder and when the lightning chaser sparked up the sky, I saw your silhouette. I'm not sure how many days…
Warrior woman, I see you. I see you every day. I see you as you walk past me on the street, weaving through crowded avenues, your feet sinking into the…
I remember being in India five years ago. I was traveling from place to place and volunteering as I went but I was also exploring my own spiritual journey. More…
Our Symphony Has Stopped. A Letter to My Lost Love
My balls dropped this week. I kid you not. The juggling act that I'd been congratulating myself on perfecting, suddenly turned into a bad sidewalk show. You know this act…
Dear Stomach Hanging Over My Jeans: You Are Awesome
Birth to 38. I was on the outside. Looking in. My face pressed up against the glass. My fingers leaving telltale smudges that spoke of longing. Of wanting to be…
The wild moon watches over the world with lashes heavy with tears. She sends out a soundless plea for an awakening. For every pair of eyes that stop to gaze…
The Words I Wish I’d Known Then (a Letter to the Child I Once Was)
I remember an ex-boyfriend once saying to me that eating disorders were born of vanity. He believed that it was the desire to look good that drove image obsessed…
Tell me, do you know sorrow like me Are there shadows in your heart Where pain hides Where shame takes shelter Do your footsteps leave an imprint Of a…
