Skinny Love

Skinny Love

They lounged quietly, contentedly on his worn grey couch. Her head was in his lap as they watched another “Museum Secrets” rerun. He yawned; she kissed his knee. “There’s a thing called ‘Skinny Love'”, she said staring straight...
She’s Too Much

She’s Too Much

My mind is a shadow- half dark, half light- cast from a thought that never happened, never real. This is how I used to live: I would carry with me the weight of never being good enough- that I was always wrong somehow. I thought I was too much- too emotional, too...
As a Child Speaks

As a Child Speaks

Because he has this knack for speaking from his heart and because he means no harm, it’s hard not to fall in love with him. This child with hopes so simple and sweet. Ever since the moment I laid eyes on my son, I could feel a visceral connection. He knows when...
Shadowboxing

Shadowboxing

All the words within me are hiding behind curtains, clinging hard to the fabric- unwilling to show their faces. I want to shake them. There are times when I am so sick and tired of fear, of pretending, of shallowness clothed in martyrdom. I rage against it....
One Day

One Day

    Everyone has heard the adage: One day at a time. In recovery it was one I needed to hear often. In those rooms of beautiful souls resolved to live better, I heard so many incredibly helpful things, but this one was always true. It could be said a million...
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...
Two Women, a Margarita and the Truth

Two Women, a Margarita and the Truth

  I want a margarita,” I said slapping my hand down on the counter in my old friend’s kitchen. She turned to look at me, amused and raised an eyebrow. “It’s that kind of afternoon, is it?” I nodded, pouting wordlessly. My friend...
Even Spirit Girls Get the Blues

Even Spirit Girls Get the Blues

“I’ll just warn you; I’m in a horrible mood,” I said as I opened my front door for my friend. I was draped in oversized black cotton from head to toe. She wore pink. I tried, pathetically, to pretend it didn’t annoy me. She smiled and bit...
The Hardest Thing I Have Ever Done

The Hardest Thing I Have Ever Done

The hardest thing that I have ever done and continue to do is to be honest: Honest about what drives me, about what frustrates me, about how I go about getting what I want. And being honest with myself is often way more difficult than being honest with others. I do...
I and Love and You

I and Love and You

I’m not sure if it’s because I’m a Cancer or what, but I tell the people in my life that I love them all the time. There are some who I back off from telling because I can tell it makes them a little uncomfortable, but it doesn’t make it any...
A Love Brainwash

A Love Brainwash

Oh how light I feel when I cease to judge another! It’s as if my heart has taken over my head and I have shed 50 pounds of grievances. The attacks and the labels seem to float away and disappear. I become who I always suspected I was. I am at ease with love. It...