Hm. Well. Let me tell you:I read a whole book today. I took a bath, I refilled the water when it got cold. I did a face mask at the same time. I reached out to my friends and did my work out.I got at least 50 ounces of water in my body. And 10,000… Continue reading On Self love-today
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How love letters work to those who aren’t here
Ron, I read this out loud to my students on Tuesday. You would have hated me doing that. I told them who you were, why you are so important to me, where we met and how. I said you were kind. And funny, and irritating. I said you loved Paris, and a great hot cocoa, and to laugh.I told them… Continue reading How love letters work to those who aren’t here
Unloveable
"This is how hearts work." Kelly said, while I stared at the ceiling trying to hide the impromptu tears on a girls night. Hannah said it too.And Jasmine. And Jenyth. Through text. Through gif. Through voice messages.Patti shrugged slowly, sadly, while she said it.And Mackenzie looked steadily at me, laying the facts before me like… Continue reading Unloveable
Incantations of Laughter
(For Abby and all the rest.)They burned the witches.Broke their collar bones too. Turned them from flesh to ash.And threw them under the rocks haphazardly as you would the weeds in an unruly garden.A backwards bible. Cast them off of ledges and broke their necks for herbal cures and birthing your children safely.Finger’s pointing in their faces.… Continue reading Incantations of Laughter
Waving
When Joyce flew away, she went up and out. No whimper, no whisper, no crying, no shout.So quick it did happened, she left no time for goodbyes,This was her way, why were we surprised?Our only remembrance was to hiccup and stare ,at the mountain of letters and the old brown reclining chair.When Joyce flew away,… Continue reading Waving
A thought at dinner with someone I thought I liked
I looked out the window and thought this: “Am I the barometer for these men to find out if they can love?” I get even the hardest of cases at my door, knocking with hat in hand, weaving me stories and I invite them in. I can love anyone if I find something special about them.… Continue reading A thought at dinner with someone I thought I liked
Don’t be afraid
Not every song is a sweet one. Not all things get a happy ending. And life is hard. And love even harder. But here we are. Regretfully. And though he will never read this, I have to thank him for so many things-most importantly the reminder that when someone loves you, they do everything they can for as long… Continue reading Don’t be afraid
A lady all her own
My grandmother loved to dance, coffee with a lot of sugar, dogs. She was unafraid to speak up for herself no matter her age, was a great listener, and spent a ton of time on the telephone with friends. She loved college football, sweet-tea, the mini-series “The Thornbirds”. She loved to laugh, loved good gossip… Continue reading A lady all her own
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