Half the battle is drawing the lines the other half is deciding which side to occupy which space not to share which lines to scuff even erase I used to stack my lines until I built up shaking walls surprised when they collapsed I was tumbled over a squiggly burial ground I ceased My finger, that toe, my nose- the part doesn’t matter just that they broke off one at a time until I was so much blood gritty remains I’m trying to say something some grand statement a meaningful,
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I have a friend who lives in a fearful situation. We have had several amazing conversations about how much she does not want to admit that her situation has to change, and that she has to change it. She has taken steps forward and backward, knowing that neither place is where she wants to be. Now she finds herself sapped and exhausted, her creative well dry. Fight or flight, the human fear response, means, when threatened, you defend either by standing up in defiance or running away to stay safe.
I just discovered that I never shared this byline here! I recently covered the wedding of my friends Rebeka Lee and Jenna Proffit for the amazing site Equally Wed. I was inspired to write about this wedding because it happened immediately following RFRA passing in Indiana. Jenna pedaled on stating, “Love always wins.” I am so proud to have my voice and support included on this amazing site catering to LGBTQ couples. I hope you’ll head over and have a read. The piece is brief, and the photography is done by
I was the child of a difficult situation. I write most frequently about abuse, post-traumatic stress disorder, and survival. However, I take care to infuse everything I write with the glow of hope that I learned from the first person who decided to interrupt the cycle: my mother. It may seem strange that I can write about physical and emotional trials and gratefulness in the same breath, but the truth is I am grateful. My experiences helped create who I am today. I am strong, full of courage and I
It is deeply rewarding to announce you can now find my work in the incredible April collection ART SAVES LIVES INTERNATIONAL (ASLI) has curated. In addition to my short story, “Right Kind of Woman,” ASLI has published an interview with me on my writing, my work and being a woman in today’s world. In it, I am very honest. It took me a long while to compose my answers because ASLI is an organization devoted to my greatest passion: improving lives through the various mediums of art. Every day I write
I can’t tell you how excited I am to have my work included in the empowering collection Jennifer Pastilloff has put together on The Manifest-Station. The voices there are compelling, brave and unerringly honest. To have my work accepted is a BFG (big freakin’ deal), especially considering this letter is a list–a form not often selected. It is incredibly rewarding to find my piece in such a far-reaching forum. I hope you’ll hop on over and read. “The Letter No One Wrote My Mother” is the piece that brought me