An Unleashed Life
My husband refers to life prior to the Plandemic of 2020 as “The Before Times.” I think of my own life as being split in a similar way, with the point of divergence being February 2022, when I began reading…
What We Carry
Kyle Reese dropping naked into a rubbish-strewn L.A. alley was an unexpected introduction to one of the biggest movies of 1984. I saw The Terminator about a year later, at a friend’s house, after it came out on VHS tape,…
Who Wants You Broken?
What do abusers do?They break their victims. Why?Because intact humans have too much power.They fight back. They walk away. Who wants you broken?Stop complying.
Alphabetical by Author
Some days I findone of my mistakesthere on a shelf,standing tall. A title and a nameremind me ofwhere I’ve beenand longed to go;what I may have needed,thought I wanted;who I tried to be.
Love is Not the Answer
Assuaging fear is, because we are all filled with it, even when—especially when—we tell ourselves that we’re afraid of nothing. In fact, the farther back in the closet we shove the fear, the more powerful it becomes, because it grows…
No Words or No Permission to Say Them?
Edward Hopper is credited with this: “If you could say it with words, there’d be no reason to paint.” I understand what he means, but I’d like to broaden it a bit, because the sentiment applies to writers and poets…
The Essence is the Goal
You tell your story over and over until you find the words and the listener that make everything click. Inspiration works that way, too. Over the years, artist Valda Bailey has provided lots of it, so it should be no…
One Line Leads to This
Well, the post in my email inbox was only one line long and it intrigued me: “I really don’t like cagey people.” Celia Farber wrote it, and I had a feeling I knew exactly what she was talking about, so…
What Are You Being Asked?
I see without glasses now (both literally and figuratively), so when I reread Jane Hirshfield’s poem, “Muslin,” it hit differently than the first time I encountered it, maybe about a year ago. The poet’s words lead me to notice new…
Feeling the Emotions
At least part of each of my days now includes reading old blog posts that I used to spend at least part of each day writing. So many words. So many ideas that belonged to others and that I thought…
Please Don’t Wish Me a Happy Mother’s Day
Why do I hate Mother’s Day? Because one day a year, men tell the world how wonderful their wives are, how much they appreciate them. But the other 364 days? Not worth the words, not worth the effort. The most…
This is How I See it
A few days ago, I came across a heartbreaking video of a bloodied child from Palestine. The woman who shared it is rightly upset about the genocide going on under our noses. She wrote, “Tell me again how offensive and…
