My work is to always remember this

I wrote most of this a few years ago after reading this article for the first time.  I have edited it some for confidentiality and brevity.  What is your work? ****** My work is to know this: the young man who punched a hole in my office wall and told me every week for 6... Continue Reading →

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52 Cards: A Poem in 5 Acts

I. When I realize it’s been months since I wrote a poem I wonder why I’ve had nothing to say. Wonder why words do not burn my skull, why feelings do not pour from my fingers, why rage no longer screams my veins until I drip words- small, heavy, metallic - from artery to floor.... Continue Reading →

Teach me to be a window

I lost a friend this week.  A smart, vibrant, compassionate, passion-filled young woman I have known since she was small lost her life to brain cancer, and I am heart-broken.  The world was just brighter knowing she was in it.  My life is better for having had her in it. For most of us, navigating... Continue Reading →

Day 6: Things that don’t suck

Yes yes yes, I know I said I would write every day.  I just didn’t count on yesterday being the day it was when I agreed to that.  I’ll make it up to you. Recently, in a discussion about self-care, a friend said, “cultivate a deep feeling that joy IS resistance.  Right now, self-love and... Continue Reading →

Day 2: This is all (and also everything)

(1)    Since early this morning, I have had Nahko and Medicine for the People’s song “Warrior People” going through my head.  Specifically, I have had these lines playing over and over:  “…I'm just a human being on another fucking journey. I'm on a journey, on a journey I'm on a journey, on a journey I'm... Continue Reading →

Day 1: A bird and a soul

I was thinking about doing a “blog post every day” challenge to encourage myself to write more, but…well…I’ve been putting it off.  Tonight, though, someone saw that I am leading the writing portion of a yoga and writing workshop with a friend. This person said, “oh! So you’re a writer?” And you know what I... Continue Reading →

On Holy Boldness

Nearly a year ago, I went for a walk at the labyrinth at the Sisters of Bon Secours.  After walking, I went into the retreat center and they had a bowl full of stones for meditation with words written on them.  After much deliberation (and checking with the person at the desk), I decided to... Continue Reading →

My Voice Walks Into a Room

My voice walks into a room. I was going to start with hello? It’s me… by way of introduction but then I realized Adele already took that and now you’re all singing and I don’t have Adele’s voice and that’s not the kind of voice I’m talking about, and – Let’s start over. My voice... Continue Reading →

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