But, I Don’t Dance Like you Dance

You were a walking oxymoron. It was as if any darkness you carried you released through your art and your morose sense of humor, leaving you light and free. You exuded an honesty that was often mistaken for arrogance, but anyone paying attention could see the difference.

Mondays Hurt

"You shouldn't live your life for the weekends", they say. But right now, I do. When I arrive at my office on Monday mornings, a giant void fills me and I'm already counting the hours to 4pm. It's not because I hate my job. It's not because my nights and weekends are filled with spontaneity... Continue Reading →

The Hole in my Heart Where Home Used to Be

When home is one single place for that fundamental time of your life, the physical space becomes so much more than a dwelling. It takes on a life of its own—a permanent fixture that deeply roots itself in your soul, grabbing hold a little bit stronger with each passing day.

Tiny Human

I’ve called you this before, but you aren’t, really. Tiny, yes. Human, no. I mean, literally and scientifically you are, I suppose. But I’m not sure I’m ready to label you with all that accompanies that word, not just yet. There's far too much baggage and negativity and responsibility attached to it. Humans possess many distinctively beautiful qualities, yes. But humans also sin. They lie and they hurt, ill-intentioned or not. They have insecurities. Faults. Scars. You have none of these.

What My Daughter Taught Me About Grace

How painful it must be for her to let go of her granddaughter. To choose between her family and a life that truly fulfills her. How painful will it be for me, to finally let go of my own daughter one day? To accept whatever relationship I have with her once she's grown? Once I've done my own maternal damage?

“That” Mom

What kind of message does it send to her if I'm switching my attention from her, to an inanimate object? Whatever the reason, she doesn't know why I'm doing it, she just knows that whatever I'm doing is more important than her. Maybe this could be damaging in some way, or maybe she would grow up feeling like this is just normal behavior and would gladly accept it from me or anyone else she interacts with. Either way, I don't like any of those eventualities.


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