It’s no secret that my relationship with my mother has been a rocky one. I can spend YEARS describing the trials and tribulations, the roller coaster ride, the *any metaphor you can think of* that has been our everyday for almost 30 years now. And maybe one day, in my wildest dreams where I’m an…
Category: personal
This Stop: (WR)e(CK)xpectation
In my last blog I spoke about meeting ourselves where we are in the present moment. To focus on our “right nows” and not “should bes”. Its funny however, when we realize just how difficult that actually is. People often refer to the phrase, “easier said then done” when speaking about taking action. Oh how…
29: An Ode to Socrates (or someone like him)
This is what 29 looks like. At least the grainy, Samsung Nook Tablet, just got off work with a book in my lap kind of version of it anyway. Just 2 days after my 29th birthday I’m sitting here on my couch in my newly moved into still unpacked apartment simply blown away that I…
a gypsy promise
it’s in the crook of my finger and the look in my eye with the twist of my tongue your world is changed forever. from first word till last my truth is a gift to you. a promise. no matter the time. minutes. hours. years. never again will you feel the way you feel with me….
Before a Mirrored Ceiling Cracks
We spend our lives looking for 2 things intensity and comfort. Two things that by nature are contradictory. One unable to be present where the other exists. Yet somehow you seem to provide both. With eyes that stare at me as if looking into my soul and arms that hold me as if there was…
For the Love of a Fisherman
Tell me of your sherbet skies and Dewey morning days Whisper of your long lost hours amidst the wild terrains Of far off places and city streets Tell me of all you’ve seen Of bridges and buildings and mirrored skies Tell me of all you’ve known along the ride In twilight hours, your deepest thoughts, and…
Who let me adult?! I can’t adult!
What do you meeeeeean I’m an adult?! What do you meeeeeean I’m almost 30 and this apartment is now all mine. Yup. Somewhere between astonished, terrified, and elated is where I sat on my secondhand sofa last night. Let me explain. I grew up in a house where my mother, bearer of 4 children, was…
Mermaids, Moonstones, and Misadventures: Pt. 1
So. It’s been a month since I’ve set fingers to keys for anything other than FB ranting or Outlook emails. And what a month it’s been! Where to begin, oh where to begin. Hmmmm let’s start with my head. No, not the remedial ramblings that take place inside my spherical dome, but the follicles that…
The Missadventure Chronicles 