I See You

I See You

I only wish I saw it sooner… She suffers as I suffered. She is afraid as I was afraid. Sometimes I’ll ask my friends if I’m *too* honest in my blog posts, if I’m too much…too out there. It is posts like Mia’s that remind me...
I Opened Up

I Opened Up

I opened up. And all those things I hid for so long came out, came pouring out. I just kept talking for fear of stopping and not saying it all.  I just kept going.  It was awkward and it was strained, but that’s how freedom starts. There’s pressure, doubt,...
My Weapon of Choice

My Weapon of Choice

Heaven knows I have done it. Since I was eleven years old, I have used food as a weapon. I have hurt myself on purpose with it. For a long time it was a matter of handling my feelings (mostly guilt and shame) by eating and then purging. It was a behaviour I could...
I Don’t Want to Anymore

I Don’t Want to Anymore

My vulnerability makes me seem weak, I think- Makes me seem needy, perhaps. But all it is is honesty. All it is is truth. Because baby I used to lie like a rug in fear’s basement. I would insist, defend and gaslight myself into dusty corners. It was a shield 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....
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...
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,...
Women & Words

Women & Words

I stumbled upon something… My job can be a tad monotonous at times, but I do love it. I love those moments of remote connection where words bring us together. As a writer, it gives me all the...
All That’s Left Unfelt

All That’s Left Unfelt

I wasn’t even sure how to start this post because it seems to me that I write about the same things over and over. And then it seems that I confuse my writing with my thoughts because, for me, they are so closely linked. What has been smack-dab in front of my...
The Sigh and The Bliss

The Sigh and The Bliss

this crater of longing is endless; it’s madness. I look to you to fill it. be sane for me, be peace, be love. I look to you to complement me. be my other half, my saviour, my light. because this pit in my stomach is aching; it’s taking me down. and I want...
Is She What She Posts She Is?

Is She What She Posts She Is?

A friend of mine is famous. There’s really no way for me to express that without sounding like a douchebag. Whatever. She is. She is famous in an industry that is saturated with false promises and sweeping generalizations. I have other wonderful friends in this...