She Undresses.

She Undresses.

It begins with the shoes. The red shoes. They hardly come out of the closet these days, but when they do – her walk is lifted, the tilt of her hips just ever so much more swung from left to right. Everything else is for her or for them, but the shoes – the...
Dear Kid.

Dear Kid.

Here’s the deal, Kid. I thought you’d be here by now but the truth is, you may never arrive at all. But I’m still your mama – fiercely, entirely and utterly yours. So I wanted to tell you a few things so you’d always know. Like how I want...
Beyond The Brick (The Story-trader).

Beyond The Brick (The Story-trader).

‘You can read it, if you like.’ (The story written to explain the chapters of life before now, where we intersect.) He said it with nonchalance and maybe because the words were light leaving his tongue but heavy by the time they landed in my ear, I was struck...
To Trust and Not Fear.

To Trust and Not Fear.

I live according to a few basic guidelines. It’s a way of navigating through life, which is as complex as it is beautiful. More than mottos, these are principles that help guide my decision-making and my responses to what happens around me. What’s for you...
Poem: Counting Stars

Poem: Counting Stars

When does discovery end? How do you know when you have learned enough or all things? I think ‘discovering’ is a present art; could we not practice it endlessly, traversing ever deeper and higher and wider? When can you say you are known or know another...