I saw the headlines when someone shared the article on Facebook. 2 killed, at least 17 injured in a high school shooting in Kentucky. And you know what my first thought was? Oh, thank goodness, only two. What?!? Two. Two people died. 15 year olds. Who did nothing but go to school that day. As I… Continue reading Not. Normal.
I call her Queen. Daughter of Majesty, stitched together by Divinity, Eyes the size of the moon. Diamonds like freckles speckle her face Cloaked in sapphire silks, she stands six inches from the sky. Dancing at banquets and pouring champagne, Dressed to the nines in Heaven’s finest. The celebration of Angels with each step that… Continue reading The Movement
Vulnerability. It turns out I’m not so great at it. I have convinced myself that oversharing is considered vulnerability. It isn’t. Word vomiting at anyone and anything that moves isn’t vulnerable. Picking up the phone and calling name after name until someone picks up is NOT vulnerable. It has the semblance of vulnerability. Just like… Continue reading Vulnerability: Actually, For Real Guys
We joke and tweet about how hard #adulting is. Keeping laundry detergent and toilet paper in stock. Buying groceries. Cooking vegetables. Dental hygiene. Getting up on time (every day) for work. Making it through the day without coffee. Or, possibly worse, without cream for said coffee. You get the gist. Consider for a moment a… Continue reading Heavy Lifting
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
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
We pull up in to the parking lot at Smart Consignment Decor with the intent of finding the perfect, larger, beautifully stained table. I hop out of the front seat to get Natalie from her car seat ASAP because she’s screaming as she always does in the car. I hear Josh saying, “No thanks” and… Continue reading If I Let My Brave Voice Out