Watch for recorded poetry reading of 'Many Moons Overdue'
...There are memories surging through me of you...
Lonely is as lonely does, it faintly hovers up above...
"If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?"
For one slight second I let comments or ideals that other people have about my life delude the way I see myself.
Being a mom is a full-time job. There are no sick days, rare to no days off or vacation time, and you need to be wise about late nights because the next morning your kids will be up before the crack of dawn. Every day is planned out in accordance to what your kids, partner [...]
Self-loathing is a feeling that is close to my heart. It's been hard for me to feel comfortable in my skin, satisfied with my choices or genuinely happy in my thoughts.
Although I'd spent most of the aforementioned time feeling sorry for myself, I became accustomed to the time spent alone.
Good days for me don’t just include my son not melting down over a pair of pants he wants to wear 3 days in a row or my daughter losing her shit because she can't find Rapunzel's dress that's lost in a pile of dirty clothes. Or my husband making it home in time for [...]
substance noun sub·stance \ ˈsəb-stən(t)s \ practical importance I want to put forth myself into the world and provide something of value rather than incomplete posts on my feed. A picture is worth a thousand words but to read a point of view that hasn't yet been expressed is priceless. What makes this so unusual for me is me. [...]
For years I managed to keep everything that truly weighted me down hidden, not a single person knowing how I really felt about my life; how hopeless I was. Ending relationships and avoiding conversations at all costs in an effort to not counteract my sorrow.