When you know that an unknown audience will potentially read your writing, inspiration can suddenly shut down. I only have about six consistent readers and it can be hard to silence the inner critic that will sometimes take up residence in my crown chakra. Here are five things I’ve learned…
If my life turned out the way I wanted when I was younger I would have been blonde-haired, blue-eyed, big-boobed and pale-skinned like all the other Southern California robots I grew up. I love my brown hair and eyes, and I love my tan that never goes away. As a…
We lost my mother suddenly July 19th and I have been in a state of shock since 6 o’clock that morning. Waves of grief have ebbed and flowed over numbness these last few weeks as my father, brother, sister and I have found ourselves in a world so foreign to…
What good is an epiphany if I don’t act on it in my life? What good is a sudden realization if I don’t absorb it fully? Why practice self-reflection if I won’t accept what I come to know about myself? Why desire change in my life if I won’t actually…
I was once asked what was the biggest lie I had ever told. The biggest lie I could ever tell. Was it to my parents about curfew or my child about where babies come from? Could it have been to a sibling about borrowing something I shouldn’t have? A scratch…
like smoke, your words consume the wind. blindly reaching out– grasping in desperation. like embers, your words pulse in insecurity. heat madly sparking– failing to ignite. like ash, your words cling to life’s dust. what once raged, is now forgotten– wasted fire on fire’s own insecurity.
