Works Well with Others

Works Well with Others

I crossed the street to come out of the shade and into the sun. With the temperature well below zero, I was wishing I’d worn a hat. The west side of Locke Street granted a degree or two of warmth to help prevent my ears from feeling frostbitten. It was late...
It Does Take a Village

It Does Take a Village

There’s a woman I know of, through a friend, who is a fellow author and blogger. She (I believe) coined the term #indiemom to describe her single motherhood and I always kinda liked it. I’d see her post pictures with her adorable son with the...
She Stole

She Stole

You are not alone, sweet one. Though you doubt yourself most terribly and build such glamorous walls. I am with you. You watch with hungry eyes and stalk with a fragile cunning. I know this. I know you. You are not alone. Though time and bodies separate us and fate...
Women & December

Women & December

I told her I felt better. A week-long, nasty cold had finally abated. “Thank goodness,” she replied. “With all the work we (as women, as mothers) have in December, it’s a very good thing.” Yes, December means ‘more’: more...
When You’re Ready

When You’re Ready

  When all you have is a photograph, can the pain be contained in the frame? Does it live beneath the glass? Or does it pervade your veins like poison? Does it rip through you until you become it? Slowly, slowly… Slip down…down into darkness. They say...
The Reach Within

The Reach Within

That reach…that ever-present longing for what feels apart from myself… I used to live reaching everyday. I used to pine for approval and safety on a moment-to-moment basis, but no more. Now those feelings are fewer, but they still happen. They rise up...
Thank You, New York

Thank You, New York

I boarded the flight to New York City with mixed feelings. It was to be a brief visit, Friday afternoon to Sunday night, and I had been living in a cocoon of my own making for over a year. To come out of it and into one of the busiest, most vibrant cities in the world...
Afraid of Love

Afraid of Love

We walked the local Rail Trail, my friend and I, an old railroad path connecting Hamilton to Brantford, Canada. The trees were a tall, sheltering canopy from the early September sun above us, leaves still mostly green and rustling in the subdued wind. I was anxious...
Happy Tears

Happy Tears

Three Years. Three years up against fifteen and here I sit one month from my thirty-fifth bithday. I have, as of today, maintained three years of abstinence from bulimia after suffering for fifteen. And what is so remarkable to me is that the past three years have...
The Meeting: A (Very) Short Story

The Meeting: A (Very) Short Story

“I’ll just be honest. I don’t know if I can wait that long,” he said with a resigned exhale into the phone. She bit the back of her thumbnail and nodded wordlessly knowing full well all he would hear was silence. “You still there?”...
The Change

The Change

I’m on the verge of a change so big, I sometimes find myself waking up hoping it’s all just a nightmare….a dream within the dream. My life looks so different from what I thought it would. Sadness creeps so quietly and like a thief in the night,...