I Don't Belong Here

I wrote this poem last summer after the shooting in Orlando, but after the recent events in Charlottesville, it seems fitting to share it again here. Though, I relish the thought of never having to share it again nor have it be applicable to current life events.

Young Love and the Moments That Never Fade

Butterflies in my stomach. Dressed to the nines. Waiting. Just waiting for him to pick me up. I've been thinking of him all day. Those big brown eyes. That adorable snaggle-toothed smile. Nobody has ever gotten under my skin this way before. Nobody has ever been able to pierce my armored shell of feigned indifference.

Letting My Kids Make Their Own Mistakes

I love my kids more than anything on this planet. I don't want them to suffer and struggle, but sometimes that's life. And I can't tell them how and who to be. I have to remember that I'm there to give them the tools to be their own people. I can help and guide and hand them the chisel. But it's up to them to create their own masterpieces. But that mama bear struggle is hard.

Finally Feeling Comfortable in My Own Skin

I'm 34 now. Puberty has long since passed. My child-carrying days are over, our family is complete. The stretch marks and cankles are sadly still with me, though. And I find gray hairs on my head every so often. But I've stopped listening to the shamers. I'm happy with myself for the first time ever. 

A Letter to My Father on Father's Day

I don't know what I would have done growing up without you. I know I wouldn't be the same person I am today. I was lost for a long time, due to other events and circumstances, and I don't think I would have ever found myself if it wasn't for you. And I know that if I can be half as good a parent as you to my 2 boys, then I think we'll all be doing OK. 

What to Do When Your Husband Works Long Hours

I have a wonderful husband. I give him a hard time, but he really is the best. He's sweet, funny, caring, and thoughtful (most of the time, ha!). He works SO hard to provide for our family. He mostly works nights and has a long commute, so he's not home a lot. And when he is, he's usually sleeping during the day, or busy doing things he couldn't get to during the work week. So, I'm often on my own a lot, and parenting alone with the kids when they're home from school.

Iceberg: A Self Portrait

The epitome of the unknown... and unknowable
True potential yet to be revealed
Perhaps remaining a mystery for eternity
So cold and formidable to all encountered
But truly just lost and drifting

Mirror: Seeing Yourself Through Your Lover's Eyes

She stepped out of the hot shower, not refreshed, but weary with the thoughts of the day ahead. She dried off, slowly and methodically, her mind elsewhere on the million things she had to do. She stepped up to the foggy mirror and hesitated with her hand hovering above its surface. She wiped it off and stood looking at her naked reflection.

You Are the Hunter

Wild. They can tame your body, but not your soul. You feel restricted in your circumstances, but your dreams can't be contained. Your nature will always remember, always be lurking under the surface, whether you're aware of it or not. It shapes every experience and decision you make in life. You can't be tamed. You are wild. You are free. You are YOU.