Yesterday I attended the annual Shining Stars Luncheon for Foster Angels of Central Texas. Foster Angels is an amazing local nonprofit that supports foster youth. […]
Close Enough
Today, advice from my brother
Who gave me a gift on his birthday
When he was nine or ten or eight
Colored sand in a bottle
Purple and pink and yellow
Maybe, I don’t have the bottle
But I have that thought
He gave me a gift on his birthday
The Purpose of Heartbreak
People come into our lives for a reason. I believe that amidst the randomness of loving and leaving and loving again that there is a purpose. Or maybe, that we give it purpose.
Colors of My Mother
For my mother, on her birthday. The color of peach or salmon hues Reminds me of my mother As do washed nylons hanging from the […]
February Is Over
If you’re going to have a bad month, it might as well be February. It’s the shortest and you’re not wasting good weather on a […]
The Meaning of the Middle
My friend Jenna said something to me in the spring of 2014 that changed me. She was visiting me in Boston during our senior year of college, and I was laying out my truths for her as we walked through Cambridge: that I hadn’t been okay, that I had relapsed in self-harm, that I felt like the nearly seven years I spent not relapsing meant nothing. I had promised myself never again and I had broken that promise. Spectacularly.
For the day of love
I wrote in an old poem
In the depths of Before
Do you think I’ll believe in love after this?
On the Ice
There was a day in the winter
Where we walked out on the ice
Great frozen waves cresting on the lakeshore
Blinding white but for our dark coats
Temperature
I wish I could take my temperature
Not for my fever, but for my heart