When I pick you up, you don’t smell like me. You don’t smell like my baby and my hair and my lotion and my love. You smell different. You smell like hospital. Like gowns and cold and gray and isolation. You smell unfamiliar. Distant. Independent. I don’t know this smell on you. You smell like… Continue reading Ocean Baby
I’m seventeen years old. The first place I go to when I get my driver’s license is church. I’m hungry for Jesus. I’m dating a boy who loves Him very imperfectly but his family embodies Grace and Love in a way I have never experienced. I want what this family has. I need it. I… Continue reading That Time I had a Mental Breakdown in Church
A prayer for 2017 My love, May you no longer wait for permission to get shit done. May you grow stronger. May you run like hell and may your Fitbit track every damn mile of it. May you buy only vegetables and organize our finances and become translator of the year. I so believe in… Continue reading 2017
May nap times and money and orgasms come easy and often.
Mom, I’m writing because I’m angry. I’m angry because you’ve changed. I’m angry because who you are now is who I needed you to be then. You are fierce and strong. You can be harsh, no doubt. Mean, certainly. But you are at least a warrior on my team. You will fight against everyone else… Continue reading A Letter
I stay up and wonder why. Why the desert. Why the hollow. I’ve spent six weeks with my spiritual guide. My sage. My yogi. My Ace. I’ve been inspired and taught and shaped and explored. But my heart comes up crumbly and achy and dry. I have no scriptures on my tongue. No heart revelations.… Continue reading Dead Bones
Goodbye Florida. Goodbye Shalimar. Goodbye to the best home we’ve ever had. The couch that sinks in the middle. The sand that cakes the floors. The stairs that have never been vacuumed and the bed we laid on the floor. The cockroaches. The pack n’ play that Addie sleeps in and the high chair we… Continue reading Goodbye