Weaving a Blanket of Hope
It’s almost that time; November 1st. The fall leaves are turning and the jack o’ lanterns beam their shady faces in front of the Fred Meyer next to the fall mums. I miss you. This is my son. 13. A bright star that lit up everyone’s daily walk with his never-ending... read more
Hell is to…
Hell is to see the potential of your human life played out on a screen; the music roars and the trailer rolls announcing you to humanity. The movie is to watch it unfold. The only difference between the two, the choice between living life and living death.
#chooselife
Giving Death To A Child
Why is there no term such as “giving death to a child,” for it is the same sentiment. It involves the labor, the fight, the surrender, the same pain as giving birth, only in reverse. Life comes into this world in agony, it leaves with the same. How can we... read more
Enduring Tragedy
If you have endured tragedy, if your heart has been ripped apart, if you’ve been lower than you ever knew to be possible and you are still breathing, still waking, still thinking, then you are capable of dreaming. Not only are you capable of dreaming, you become... read more
Dear Jamison, I Wish
Dear Jamison, There’s a dead spot in my heart. It’s like a dull wooden spot that has calcified. Like, The Chronicles of Narnia when the witch freezes over the characters and they turn to stone. My heart is hardened over, blue – but I’m still very much alive. I... read more
Stop Being So Strong – Mothers Day, 2016
It’s 8:06pm. Breathe. You really never know where life is going to take you. I spent a lot of today wishing I could drink myself into unfeeling grief. I wish I could tell you that I go through every day happy and joyful, with positive thoughts running through... read more
I Was Twelve and His Name Was John
I walked into his small one bedroom apartment, my nose turning just a little bit at the stench: old, used, darkness. Spray bottle in hand and rags at my side, I stared at the newspaper covering the walls around his bed. Drips of dried blood and flem mixed with spots... read more
Your Story Is What You Make Of It. Turning 40.
I’m 40 today. For a woman to age gracefully she has to have that je ne sais quoi; that I don’t care, come what may attitude. Growing up and growing old takes guts. It takes even more guts to do it well. I never thought I would be where I am at today. When I was 20 I... read more
Be Don’t Do
It’s not rocket science, you know. We like to make it rocket science. But really, everything you need to know about marketing, running a profitable business and living a great life an eight year old can do. We just forget how to do it. And then we have to learn it all... read more
