Almost Winter – Poem
The brown bark of the trees look nearly black from the heavy rain soaking their branches The top of the trees reach skyward like long, bony hands against the almost-winter slate sky The sun has […]
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More, a Poem
(I wrote this about PTSD being triggered) walk lightly over the path unexpected words send me reeling falling head over feet, weightless find something reckless, bring back the feeling when i was young meaning was […]
My First Story on Medium
I have decided to write stories focused on mental illness, addiction, and parenting on Medium. My first story is a personal focus on marriage when both partners are mentally ill. If you have a subscription, […]
Depression, and Then Lyme Disease
Hello there readers. I have been a bit MIA lately. As should be obvious from my blog, I’m in recovery, and sometimes depression comes and saps me of the energy I need to write. Then, […]
Blog Post Delay
Life and babies are slowing me down, but I’m working on it! (Check my IG account for video)
Fireflies in June Bring Memories of my Father (Memoir Excerpt)
The warm summer air felt like an embrace as I walked. I watched the fireflies shine their lights; on and off, here and there. They flashed like miniature stars I could whisper wishes upon, bringing me back to childhood, when my father was still here.
Looking Forward, Looking Back
This spring weather has been unpredictable. Unseasonably warm sunshine bleeds into dark curling storm clouds, threatening tornados. Some evenings I walk outside and breathe in the smell of the wet earth, growing again after the floods. Then, I take the children for walks during the day and we save half-dried worms off the warming concrete sidewalks. I’m not sure why, but I could never leave them there to wither.
