I only posted two times on this blog last year and thinking about it makes me panic a little. This used to be the place where I joined with my community of survivors and seekers. It was my sanity check, my sanctuary and the place where I felt validated and heard. But when I sit down to write, I feel paralyzed. Times have changed since I last wrote on a regular basis…. Read More
I felt too tethered to the earth last week. I walked through each day with a sense that something was coming, or maybe more like something was happening but I didn’t know what. It was like that time I had a dream about the woman who adopted my cat. I only met her once but we became Facebook friends so that we could see pictures of Moo-Moo. I had a dream that… Read More
Trigger warning: This post is about sexual molestation. If this is a trigger for you, please take care of yourself. About 17 years ago, my husband and I were friends with a couple who had a teenage daughter. She was 14 and was pretty in the way that would someday become beautiful. I couldn’t help but notice the way eyes followed her wherever she went. No one else seemed to notice the… Read More
My birthday always lands around Mother’s Day so my mom and I get together somewhere in between to exchange gifts. This year I came home with a little more than I expected.
Living in the desert in the summer can be a form of sensory deprivation. The sky becomes so pale it’s almost white, the brightness of the sun is unrelenting and all the colors are muted. Nothing has scent in the desert until it gets wet and our blessed summer monsoon season hasn’t yet begun.
I’ve always been plagued with having a horrible memory. I know people who can recall every detail from elementary school, every friend they sat with at lunch and every birthday gift they ever received. If it wasn’t for one of my best friends who has that kind of memory, my high school years would be a blur. If it wasn’t for my journals, my past would be mostly lost. My childhood memories are… Read More
Life is hard. Even when life is really, really good, it’s hard. I’ve always been drawn to warriors who have lived hard lives because they’re the ones who will tell it like it is. They’ll tell you that the circumstances they’ve faced have beaten them down but that it’s a choice to stand back up. They’ll own it because to deny it would make them a victim and they refuse to be… Read More