Writer, dreamer, and strategic thinker following my heart and living my life from the inside out
"I wish I had some sort of fairy godmother. I think everyone who is suddenly dropped into an unlikely change of circumstance should get his or her own version of a fairy godmother." - Natalie Taylor The traditional Cinderella-variety Fairy Godmother never appealed to the realist in me. I'm not a woman who has spent... Continue Reading →
The mirror has not been kind to me Reflecting back what I don't want to see. Where I am trapped when I feel free, Locked inside the cage, when I see the key. I leave my body. I go away. Sometimes for an hour, perhaps a day. Where nothingness is everything. Where my heart can't talk, but... Continue Reading →
Day 11: #Trust30 Project These are the voices which we hear in solitude, but they grow faint and inaudible as we enter into the world. Society everywhere is in conspiracy against the manhood of every one of its members. – Ralph Waldo Emerson I have made giant leaps in my life, I have taken huge risks... Continue Reading →
Day 8: #Trust30 Project The other terror that scares us from self-trust is our consistency; a reverence for our past act or word, because the eyes of others have no other data for computing our orbit than our past acts, and we are loath to disappoint them. - Ralph Waldo Emerson I have to be honest... Continue Reading →
I had the pleasure of hearing Stevie Nicks rehearse a performance of "Landslide" this evening. This song has always been a favorite of mine, but the older I get, the more meaningful it has become. On the live version of the song, before she begins she dedicates it to her father. You can hear the... Continue Reading →
I woke up in the middle of the night to find my hand moving of its own accord into my shirt to feel the side of my left breast near my armpit. There was a small formation underneath the surface, the size of a small stone. I fell back asleep with thoughts of breast cancer... Continue Reading →
Today, I finally let you go. The fog has lifted. The rain swept through and cleaned the city's smog from the windows. I always thought this would feel like a death. The death of you and the could-have-been of us. But, it didn't. Hanging on was the deeper death of all my hopes and dreams... Continue Reading →
Let It Bespoken 