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Man Up (A Song)

October 26, 2020October 29, 20201 Comment

A break up song...sort of.

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The Space In-Between

October 10, 2020October 29, 2020Leave a comment

A pic tells 637 words.

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Leaving Another Lover

September 17, 2020October 29, 2020Leave a comment

The traveler's burden.

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Hurricane Hole (A Song)

May 21, 2020October 29, 20201 Comment

An original song dedicated to my mother.

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Bold Mothers

May 11, 2020October 29, 2020Leave a comment

Ode to the brave mother.

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The Work of Letting Go

April 4, 2020October 29, 20201 Comment

You have to let it go...but how?

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The Ground Shakes

January 18, 2020January 19, 20206 Comments

Our "new" reality where nothing is certain.

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Let it Last

November 10, 2019November 10, 2019Leave a comment

This time I came crawling back. Head down, slow approach, looking up shyly for permission. Respectfully I reach out to touch, I understand the distrust. For how many times have I run off to taste some other flavor of myself. For how many times have I bounded back. High on promise, loaded with gifts of … Continue reading Let it Last

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A Work of Solitude

May 18, 2019December 9, 20191 Comment

Invite a man in to taste this space, And he better know how to tread light, Respectful. This is a womb of intuition, A woman cave. Honor the hand prints on the wall. This mind, this delicately sculpted grace, Years in the making, Thoughts carefully aligned, Boundaries steadily defined, Words meticulously chosen, To share honest … Continue reading A Work of Solitude

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“I unfolded the topic delicately. Once my frustration had waned, and once she had veered from her chronic trauma back to an awareness of self. I gently handed her the feedback that moments before I wanted to slap her with. As caregiver you are expected to be soft, nurturing.”
My Calm App
“So this week I have had no shame. His passing is a force of nature, empowering me. I’ve said “fuck-it” to work and schedules and structures that don’t support me right now. Right now I need to feel the full force of this thing, and fuck any obligation that doesn’t agree. Fuck any norm that gets in the way of this process. Fuck any culture that says that sadness should be stuffed, and depression should be ignored. Fuck relationships that can't stand vulnerability. And fuck standards that break mental health, that take away my friends.”
My fitness trainer…
‘Is it really time to shake things up? It’s so much easier when I’m happy in the rut. Ruts are safe.
Miss Lucy’s
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