“These days are numbered.” -The Head and the Heart These days I am drinking less beer and more tea. The kind that promises relaxation. Like an old woman, I take sips and think…
-
-
Coffee stained comforters, tea stained books, tear stained cheeks. These days I am spilling and spilling over. Love and loss are enmeshed in the chemistry of my thought patterns, they dictate the…
-
Around this time two years ago, my grandmother passed away. When I am overwhelmed with life (which is often, very often) I think of her weak fingers squeezing my hand and the…
-
Unlearning privilege. I write these words sideways on a piece of paper and draw a box around this phrase that strikes a chord within my heart. Around the room is a group…
-
I stride determinedly through the crowds, blue, lopsided backpack slung over my shoulder as he struggles to keep up. I’m wearing my animal print sun dress, the one I’ve been traveling…
-
My feet hit the pavement in a shaky rhythm, a sinking pit of anxiety knotting my stomach and making me breathe heavier and faster than necessary. Quick inhales followed by deep, slow…