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If You’re Listening
There's something about this poem...about these words...about this time in my life...about hearing these words, coming from me. And I wonder if maybe Younger You needs to hear them, too.
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Recovery Sucks (Or, Doing The Hard Things)
I’ll just say it: recovery sucks. Like, it really freaking sucks. It’s hard, and it’s messy, and it’s ugly, and it’s full of hard stuff. AND...it's worth it.
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It Was Always Me
What if YOU are the love of your life?
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Hurricane Ana
I haven't written much lately. There's no real reason for that. I mean, besides trying to simultaneously survive a global pandemic, a blizzard (in Texas), a hurricane, a full-time job, full-time school, and full-time recovery, that is...
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The “Problem” Kid
He’s “one of those kids." You know, the troublemaker, the always off-task, the low-performing, the disengaged, the “problem” child. But those are always my favorite. 💛
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Sincerely, A Privileged, Middle-Class White Girl
A letter to People of Color - from a privileged, middle-class white girl.
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Here
If I could tell my body one thing - and believe it...
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When Hope Feels Too Heavy
Today, hope feels heavy. Too heavy to hold. Too big to even touch. And I think that's ok.
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This Is My Home
This poem was inspired by an accidental line drawn on a post-it note. It looked almost like the outline of a woman's hip, so I drew the rest of her figure, and then started writing.
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Dear Body
I can't promise I will love everything about you, every second of every day. But what I can offer you is kindness. I can commit to approaching you with curiosity instead of judgment.
