Light through the cracks 

This year has been a test; a series of lessons that turned into blessings, and a crazy amount of failures. This year has brought a lot of hurt.  But for every splinter entering my flesh, there has been a reason to find thanks in the bleeding.  For every dead end road I have reached, there has […]

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Tonight, my words are ready.

I have learned that when the words are ready, they will come. Whether you are sitting at your keyboard or sitting in traffic, the words will come and they will claw their way out of you until you let them be heard. Tonight, my words are ready. They are not pretty or decorated with sugar […]

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forgiveness looks like a bandaid ripped off.

I am learning that sometimes forgiveness is a stiff drink with ice crunching between your teeth. It’s an exhale of glass shards, pain and relief intertwined. I am learning that forgiveness is not warranted or bartered, it is a deliberate and calculated choice. Much like the choice that was made in spite of the promises, […]

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they both will come.

I’ve continued to find so much hope and comfort in writing again. This feeling of heart-ripped-open, teeth chattering, tears flowing, keys pounding on the keyboard feeling is far from foreign to me and, each time life guides me back to this place, a small part of me feels like I’m coming home. I still find […]

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a letter to the warrior women who saved me.

The past month has been full of so much loss, so much heartache, and so much grief. It has been floodgates opening, screaming silence and unanswered questions; it has been picking myself up only to fall down all over again. It has been questioning and clawing, reaching and grasping, it has been hopeless and terrifying […]

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all the ways you’ll find me {poetry}

Tell me all of the ways you’re sorry. I’ll tell you how I’m not sorry for all the ways you’ll find me long after I leave. You made this bed and I am the reason she will be scared to look underneath when it’s time to go to sleep. She will not see me in […]

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[ME]et again

[ME]et again   So we meet again. Falling to the floor like a newborn calf, I swear I was walking seconds ago. face meets carpet and it feels like I’m screaming no one would know I was home if they were standing outside my door It’s like I’m running away while standing still spinning in […]

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This is how we love now;

This is how we love now. Good morning text messages and Facebook official posts. Undressing our clothes as we build walls around our hearts, No one ever truly sees us naked anymore. This is how we love now. Love is not intercepted notes in English class and hanging up each time his dad answers the […]

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A letter for the broken hearted 

Maybe you needed this as much as I did. Thank you for reminding me that some tears are happy.  Macaile, I often think where my life would be if my sister hadn’t passed away 7 years ago. I can promise you I wouldn’t be sitting here in front of the pacific ocean looking over the […]

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he’ll listen, but he will already know.

  I remember wishing more than anything for my dad to visit me in my dreams after he passed away. I almost felt angry when friends or family told me that he was in theirs, like I was being cheated out of seeing him, or he was choosing to visit other people first, or maybe […]

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