We are all but fallen stars Dropped from the hand of our maker Into a pool of art we land, our eyes unable to comprehend The colors and the names are yet to be defined Magnificent is every strand of hair and every inch of skin We would be anything,…

I did not always giant eye roll and dramatic sigh when Mothers Day came around. Truly, it used to be a good day with flowers and an expectation of happiness. Mothers Day used to mean that spring was in its full glory and the sun warmed the land and our…

All of my scribbling and tears turned into a book. I am still somewhere in between shock and pride at the thing that I created. How something awful, like an abusive childhood can turn into something positive still baffles me. At first writing was like journaling meets remembering- I have…

I feel like the ball just dropped on the new year. I have zero understanding of how we got to June and 90 degree weather. I feel like the days have begun to blend together and the structure that we had in another lifetime is gone. Do I blame the…

I have thoughts all day. Thoughts regarding what to write and how I see the stories told. I write poetry off of one line because I am inspired. Once the moment has passed, I often stare in awe of my creations. I am overly frustrated when I sit and think…

You may have noticed that I took all of my posts down. Sorry about that. I am working towards writing a book and I didn’t know what that would look like until I was ankle deep in it. I have decided to change directions and so – yay you my…