I have these moments, you see, where it doesn’t make any sense. And I’m retracing my steps backwards to find out when it stopped feeling like me. I can’t trace them back far enough, I guess that’s the thing about growing. You can’t go backwards, unlearn the lessons or stitch up the hurt places in a way… Continue reading Time slip
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Material Girl
An appreciation post for: The eyes that are yours, but also your father's. With eyebrow's from Mom. Thank goodness, thank goodness for them. The lips that are yours, but also your father's and somehow your mother's. It must be the way they move like hers when you speak the truth. And stay silent, listening, like… Continue reading Material Girl
A bath with a bubble and a thought
It is not often that one gets a Saturday Night to lay in a tub, but that is just what I did. There is a special place in my heart for citrus epsom salt and singing Adele at the top of my lungs. It awakens the teenager in me. I will tell you this, I… Continue reading A bath with a bubble and a thought
“Beware, for I am fearless and therefore powerful.”
Happy Valentine’s Day to the girl who last year thought she would never know joy again. Well, little Katie, looks like you got your polka dots back. Let’s hear it for loving yourself first, let’s hear it for the darkness we all have to abide to stretch towards the light, let’s hear it for the… Continue reading “Beware, for I am fearless and therefore powerful.”
Inside and out
I don’t think we should underestimate windows, do you? After all, they let the light in don’t they?They allow the breeze to dance through.They bring the goodness of outside in. And keep the bad weather out when needed.Sometimes in the right light, they give us rainbows on the floor. Through water or glass.Sometimes at a specific… Continue reading Inside and out
Thursday’s child is full of grace
I have a lot of anger that doesn't know where to go. I am not sure, at all times, what I am angry about. I feel frustrated, turned around, upside down. I've bit my cuticles raw. The cold, wet of February is dogging me. I am down. I don't think it's unusual for someone to… Continue reading Thursday’s child is full of grace
We go
The last day in January and big adventure awaits us tomorrow. We fly, we pack, then drive home. Home. Your home and mine, in someway, I hope. I am itching to get this part over. And so are you. You are frightened and so am I. I am treading as carefully as I can, although… Continue reading We go
So soft, the petals unfolding
I hardly heard it coming, this life. These things I am about to embark on. Some of them wished for so hard, I feel as though they drew blood from me. Some of them a surprise so deep I catch myself confused looking in the mirror. Has my whole life been coming to this? What… Continue reading So soft, the petals unfolding
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