This is for all the little girls who turned into women. Self doubting women, who are afraid to let their voices be heard. This is for everyone who has ever sat alone in the dark, believing that they were too much. This is for the beautiful humans that stay up late at night, taking inventory […]Read More Make Space, Open The Door, Invite It All In; Evolve
One time, many moons ago, amidst falling out of love with a man, I fell in love with something else; yoga. It was the kind of experience in which you’d be good to compare your heart, to a raw piece of filet. The rawest, most vulnerable, pulsing piece of you; being seared by a flame […]Read More One Time on a Rooftop in Haiti
Molly, Molly, Molly, This past week we celebrated your 5th birthday. These have been the wildest, most chaotic, unexpected, heart wrenching, and above all else, incredibly beautiful, five years, of my life! There is so much that I want to remember about you, and this sacred time that we have shared together. Just you and […]Read More An Open Letter to My Girl on her Fifth Birthday
Listen up everyone, I’ve been thinking, and feeling, and keeping quiet about this for a while now, but I just can’t anymore… This pandemic is painful. It’s grief, in stagnant motion. In the best of circumstances it is the death of the world as we once knew it; while we are safe, and fed, and […]Read More It Feels Like a Sunday.
I think my dad is dead.” I knew this storm was coming, but for some reason that doesn’t soften the blow. Her words break me wide open, like when thunder first strikes the sky. The vibration of all of this lingers within me. I intentionally breathe in, and then out. In some ways this […]Read More “I think my dad is dead.”
Ughhhhh. Dating is hard. No matter how you slice, dice, or serve it… Right? Am I wrong!? ***If you disagree pleeeeease tell me more!*** I’m not sure I’ve ever been thrilled to date. I’m one of those women. One of them that “feels too deeply,” and usually “too fast.” I have two speeds; zero or […]Read More Molly, Julio, and I down by the Eastern Trail
5/20/19 Molly, Molly, Molly, Last night at 8pm I tucked you into bed. The blue eyed, bold, brave, beautiful, and three year old version of you… I read to you that story… the one about the mom who had a son; that kept on growing up!!! I softly rubbed your cheek with my thumb, as […]Read More That face you make when Anna shows up at your party…
Dear “Me,” What is it that you would have me “give up already?” My heartache? My authenticity? Does my sharing bother you? Is my voice annoying? This must all be REALLY hard for you… The way I “rehash” and work to make sense of my life, using a public platform; like social media. “Ughhh! Here […]Read More “Give it up already… Move on For Cripes Sakes.”
It’s interesting how natural it is for us to attach meaning to specific dates, on an annual basis. Often times these days are adorned with milestones; wedding dresses, birthday cakes, graduations, and other momentous occasions… They are days to be celebrated! However, sometimes the days we viscerally remember most, are not decorated for us quite […]Read More I Never Meant to Remember Today Forever
Last week I woke up one night and couldn’t get back to sleep. The dog wouldn’t stop scratching at my bed, like he wanted to snuggle under my sheets… Yet, as soon as I reached for him he would run away! Pretty annoying; especially at two am. I softly cursed at him. How dare he […]Read More The dog, the body, the soul; remember.