The twelfth of January is always a rough day for me, a day that evokes a melancholy that I can’t shake after, well, decades. I was snappish and quick, and mean to Elise. I threw out bag after bag of PURGE … Continue reading
I was going to write about the reservations I have for the current path I’ve been going down when it comes to making money. I don’t have a career, I don’t have a job, I don’t even feel like I … Continue reading
Offer your body as a burning building without fire escapes. I want to feel you like lifelines on the palms of Christ when the nails went through. – found on Tumblr
For a poem a day, I’ve been using these prompts. They’re great for getting me to stay accountable to creativity. There’s practically no excuse not to find time for a few words a day, if not so many more.
A night in Boston and Salem with my high school besties, to see a Tori Amos concert and have a girly sleepover. Precious. Things.
It’s the first day of summer. A new season. A new chapter here. And there’s really no gentle way to segue into this one. When my daughter Elise was much younger she was diagnosed with a number of conditions, and … Continue reading