Poetry —

I had hit a low point with my partner, feeling undesirable as my chronic pain and invisible illness symptoms gained a new foothold in my life and created a skewed view of myself. As a dry spell drew out longer and longer, we both had our abundance of worries —…

Poetry —

When invitations cease.

We’re told all year to starve ourselves and then suddenly we’re to year-end holidays and expected to gorge ourselves. What the AF, y’all. Throughout the year, diet culture reigns with industry standards like Goop and Dr Oz steering the way in murky waters of toxic fitness and restriction. People are…

There is no better way to start a morning than taking out the trash. The mind trash, I mean. The garbage of the day before some might dump in Morning Pages or into a dream journal, all those spinning plates that have no real benefit to getting down to work. …

We're getting into that time of year for making and taking stock, the time when personal reviews (though I'm more of a mind map-loving human, I especially like this concise style) are as much the rage as wildly too soon Black Friday deals. With this spirit, I came to remind…

I am heading into danger, following the messenger.

Some anti-Valentine’s Day non-love.