You’re Not a Sad Story

I'm writing this late at night which is usually a bad idea, since my thoughts can be so disjointed and my writing tends to get pretty wonky. But I want to say something: Lately I feel like I've been carried out of a really terrible trial, and my heart is slowly opening up to let in … Continue reading You’re Not a Sad Story



There will always be voices. Voices that tell you what you are. Where you'll go. Who you can be. There will always be voices, and only you can choose which voices you believe. Last week I was playing with a toddler who asked me to help him set up his train tracks in a circle. Later, while he … Continue reading Voices

Poetry Friday: Stand

Stand You blend in, cottage, with your pastel friends. They dot the hilly landscape and brighten cloudy days. You stand firm in the winds and mists and webs and years, listening to the gulls call over hungry, icy ocean rolls. You can’t hear the trees, but they speak of you, whispering to me that you, … Continue reading Poetry Friday: Stand

Poetry Friday: Train in the Dark

Train in the Dark I am like a train moving in the dark People think they see me my headlights lighting the way in the winter blackness but do they notice all the baggage I drag behind as it fades into the distorted shadows of midnight? People think they hear me my shrill whistle and … Continue reading Poetry Friday: Train in the Dark

More Turkeys

I don't have much to say because I don't feel qualified to blog lately. I've tried to maintain a realistic yet positive blog since December; however, some of you may have noticed that in the last month or so, my posts have taking a slightly more depressing turn. This makes sense because (and of course … Continue reading More Turkeys


Today is a battle and I am going to win. If you think I'm going to fall, you are wrong wrong wrong. I have fought too hard to get to this place, this point on my mountain, and I will not move one step down. You may think you know me, or own me, or … Continue reading Battlefield