watering with words
I have this little voice inside my head that keeps me going in dark moments. She’s delusional, which is required of anyone trying to manifest good things. At the end of a long and treacherous day, she pops in and reminds me that all is well. There is a divine order to the moments in... Continue Reading →
Happy Sunday morning to all of my readers on PST, and happy day or night to the rest of you beautiful people. How is everyone doing? This is not rhetorical. I really want to know. Drop something in the comments. Text me. DM me. Email me. Send me a postcard by messenger pigeon. Connect with... Continue Reading →
I was four years old when my parents split up. I don’t remember crying about it or being terribly sad, but I do remember that life changed a little bit and I would only see my dad every once in a while. Over the course of the next few years, I had a recurring dream... Continue Reading →
Writer’s block showed up this week like an unexpected visitor that seriously overstayed their welcome. It got me thinking about a time when some “cousins” came to stay with my family back in the 90s. ::insert hard eye roll:: They stayed for what felt like forever. It was the experience that taught me that I... Continue Reading →
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