Unbecoming
The image of the butterfly, the pupa, and the chrysalis has long spoken to me. But in truth, the butterfly
Empty Vessel
My friend Lisa is a creative genius - she takes fabric, wool, and scraps of lace and creates joy-filled, whimsical
Breathing Together
When I go to visit my parents in Ohio I visit a beloved neighborhood yoga studio that's become
Why You Listen to Sad Music
This week found me driving to a doctor's appointment, listening to music, when an old beloved song came
Unburdening
I've previously written about the mother scorpion I found in my closet, and her brood of babies, scuttling
Letter to a Thief
I wrestled with this poem. I continue to wrestle with her, and I wrestled with whether or not to publish
Escorting the Driver Home + join me for the next session of Gathering Ourselves
This is much like the red Honda scooter I once drove to cross country practice. It was my brother'
Resolution, First Week of January
January is a month of fresh beginnings, of hope and newness. Holding onto a hope for healing - in whatever
December evening, the first week of Advent
A recent cool Friday night found me visiting a new mother and her newborn daughter in those magical, liminal first
Good Trouble
This poem is for Ron, who made a joke about AFGOs - something I hadn't heard about before,