On Love, Stories and Jim Morrison

On Love, Stories and Jim Morrison

I cannot sing praise to two masters. I must give myself, wholeheartedly, to one or the other, or I shall go mad. If you’re a regular reader of this blog, then you will have seen a pattern in my writing. I tell a story. It’s an emotional one. Lord knows...
The Space to Feel

The Space to Feel

Emotions aren’t really welcome in our society. They’re seen as weak, bothersome, attention-seeking. We are told to ‘get over it’, ‘stop bitching’,’grow a pair’. Often I wonder if those who want to stifle the emotions of...
Slow-Burn Forgiveness

Slow-Burn Forgiveness

“I don’t know how to love us through this,” I told her as we scaled the first hill of our hike. The spring wind was rough, rustling up all that was dead and making way for the new. Green buds made themselves known on every tree we passed. My friend...
How to Take Care of Your Heart

How to Take Care of Your Heart

Have you ever seen a heart exposed, ribs spread, beating in a nest of red? It’s messy, complicated and yet, it works. There’s all this blood, all these veins and arteries. It’s perfection within a cardiac cage of tissue and bone. Your heart beats for...
Back to Me

Back to Me

Yesterday I was shopping with my eleven-year old daughter. The weather this past weekend had been beautiful and she realized she didn’t have any shorts that fit . So, off we went last evening to the local Forever 21. I love shopping for her and her stepsister....
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...