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...
Reborn

Reborn

I’ve been born more than once. Yes, I came to this world bloodied and blue from my mother’s womb, but I have re-emerged many times since. I have shed skin, broken bones, drowned in tears, danced in joy. I have been groped, embraced, coddled and tossed...
Back to the Beginning

Back to the Beginning

He brought her variety store carnations and a look of wonder when they met. Texting had been so effortless and near-constant for the past two weeks. He looked just like his profile pictures only better- kinder and more human. His eyes bore into her, wearing an...
Moon Girl

Moon Girl

I wanted a beer. Or champagne. Something, chilled and bubbly with a kick. I walked along the icy sidewalk with care, stuffing my hands in my pockets as if the depths offered greater warmth. The day had been sunny and cold, a perfect day for writing. But now as the...
Undiscovered Goodness

Undiscovered Goodness

The sun hit her eyes, blinding her for a moment as she stepped out of her 2001 grey Honda Civic, and she wondered how she could have possibly let it come this far. She knew what people hid within them. She knew most people lied to some degree. This search she was on,...
Pray for the Girls

Pray for the Girls

And I never quite know how to handle it when she has that look in her eye, the one that hides her tender heart while she says things I know she doesn’t mean. My hair is a favourite one she reaches for- the colour of it. And then there’s my clothes, the...
Giving and Receiving

Giving and Receiving

I always landed at her doorstep. She was everyone I had ever known and all of those whom I still had yet to meet. She had eyes that knew, with irises that were nothing less than blue pools of compassion. You felt her heart first though, a warmth emanating right from...
Selling the Drama

Selling the Drama

What is it like to live beneath layers and layers of lies? To hold yourself so defensively against the world. To be so utterly fearless in your lies- knowing you will be caught. To have so little faith in the truth and in the kindness of others. What is it like to be...
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...
Compassionate Distance

Compassionate Distance

No one can cut me out of their heart. I love you and I am simply working on accepting people as they are. This way, everything can settle in and flow. My interference is my resistance- I am letting go. Six years ago- almost to the day- I sat on the floor of my friend,...
Woman, You Can Do Hard Things

Woman, You Can Do Hard Things

For a lot of my life I was a runner- an avoider. I was scared a lot, more often than not. I was constantly unsure of myself. Having always been a Highly Sensitive Person and an empath, I was very attuned to the energy and moods of the people around me. And there was...