The Big Three

The Big Three

Just a little over three years ago, I wrote out a prayer- a request. I asked for a simple man. I wrote it as a poem and thought to myself, ‘Maybe in a year or two, I’ll be ready for him. I’ll be ready to move on and settle into a simpler life than...
An Offer of Love

An Offer of Love

I dangle neatly between love and fear all the time. I have perched myself on a pendulum so that I may swing back and forth at will. And that’s an important point: at will. One of the lessons that is clear as day, in my face right now is how important it is- how...
Sleepless

Sleepless

Because she cannot sleep, she prays. She speaks to the still, small voice within as if it is separate from her- as if her longing for it was the imaginary bridge between them. She lets the dam break at midnight, eyes watering, lips trembling- having held it all so...
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...
Innocence and Empty Hands

Innocence and Empty Hands

With a heart as fragile as glass, I come to You and I am helped. Held tight and carried. Protected. I rest in You and I am loved. But this…this is always the hardest part: empty hands. I have come to You since I was a little girl with my anxieties about people...
Come On, Come Out

Come On, Come Out

About four years ago, there was a two-year stretch when my son was a toddler and I was an at-home mom and I was continually thrown into these odd situations where very successful people were interested in having me work for them. It was as if I was at the center of a...
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...
Simply Compassion

Simply Compassion

“The secret of true prayer is to forget the things you think you need.” ~A Course in Miracles There is nothing for me to do. Not a thing. There’s no justifiable reason for sadness, nor anger, nor fear. There is simply compassion. It’s just that...
The Space

The Space

They sat in their garden facing one another and yet unable to look up. He wore sunglasses in any case. When she tried to see his eyes, she could not. Perhaps it was better that way. The space between them was heavy, laden with fear though they carried it differently....
The Bridge – A (Very) Short Story

The Bridge – A (Very) Short Story

He opened the door just as I reached for the latch. It often happened that way. He would call just as his handsome face graced my mind, or text as soon as I looked at my phone. It’s as though there were moments where our timing was just right- we sparked in line...
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...