On loving a mirror

My endeavor in this blog has always been to ask hard questions of myself, life, God, others. In that, I have tried my very best to be truthful. There have been times in the past when I was being truthful, but it didn’t feel like it. Some people bring that out of me more than … Continue reading →

Where I’m at now

In the bathroom with sound cancelling headphones with my daughter crying outside the door, that’s where I’m at now. Crying and overwhelmed as she cries and screams on the floor feet from me, in my arms it makes no difference. For months and months I went to her for every whimper and when I held … Continue reading →

How I learn

Growing up, I was sure. I liked being the person who had the answers and I still do. I enjoy being the person that can find them out even if I don’t know them. My curiosity is very strong, but I grew up being taught that curiosity for its own sake wasn’t right. We didn’t … Continue reading →

If she does not struggle, does it also follow that she is not held?

The show The Handmaid’s Tale has revived interest in the somewhat prophetic novel. It has such depth and scope and covers so many relevant issues that we are facing right now. To me, one of the most fascinating and important, but also difficult to swallow is the dynamic experience of rape throughout the show. We … Continue reading →

Queen of Three, and Me.

Where to begin an angry rant that made you google ‘fuck you’ songs? I’ll tell you where I won’t begin. I won’t begin by saying: “First of all, I just love my life. My children are everything to me, and everyday I wake up to the shrill call of Momma my heart grows a bit … Continue reading →

No More to Give

At a certain point, one simply runs out of fucks to give. All the fucks you had in your fucks bag, bag of fucks if you will, are gone. You reach your expectant hand into that bag and try to scoop one out. You swirl it around, shake the bag, turn it upside down, and … Continue reading →

“They got the best of me!” “Don’t let them get the best of you.” “You’ll never get the best of me again.” We say it like it’s a weakness, for someone to get the best of us. It’s treated like something that we shouldn’t be giving out.Something that must be earned. The very best of … Continue reading →