Around this time, in June, an incredible mixture of feelings well up inside of me. Memories pop up from, four years ago now, when my abusive ex-boyfriend took his own life. I got the call from a friend, whose now husband was friends with him when we
I was asked to share my experience with being a birth mother whose children’s adoptive parents are now divorced, on @twistedsisterhoodpodcast. Super vulnerable, super hard conversation, but I’m hoping it will give others some perspective
#blackouttuesday
I wrote this in 2013 and it popped up in my memories yesterday, perfectly and a bit ironically, after watching the city I live in fall apart this weekend due to alt left and alt right groups trashing it, those having not a thing to do with the #Black
My heart hurts deeply for my Brown and Black brothers and sisters. I haven’t said anything yet because my brain is reeling still. I cannot even imagine. I cannot fathom, in my own privilege, what this feels like for y’all. I see you thoug
I found this poem in some old writings, I was nineteen years old and about six weeks pregnant when I wrote it. I was about halfway through my pregnancy in the picture. . . . #sunshine_in_a_bottle #sunshineinabottle #sometimesiwrite #poem #2001 #ninet
Scroll through 👉🏼 to see a Lamentation I wrote, October, 2015, the day before my future husband would ask me on our first date♥️ . . . #writeitout #sometimesiwrite #poem #lamentations #lamentation #lament #release #themessage #love #relation
Since the gift of motherhood presented to me at two separate times when I felt not enough to accept it, before becoming a parent fourteen years after my second placement, Mother’s Day has always been one of bittersweet measure, for me. The mere
In whatever way motherhood has found you, whether this week is hard, happy, and/or tremendously bittersweet, like it feels, for me, personally, I am sending so much love to ALL mothers, in ALL forms, this Mother’s Day weekend, and every other d
As I stood in my kitchen, a 38 year old woman with so much life under her belt, a survivor, Oasis comes over Pandora and, all of a sudden, I’m in 8th grade, on my Washington DC trip again. And the tears welled up and started pouring down my fac
The body never forgets what the mind often does. I know this isn’t a new concept, by any means, but I am seeing it deeply played out in my own life, with each passing year of knowledge and maturity that I gain. My body remembers so much of wha
Twenty years ago, May 2000, I graduated from high school, in Georgia, excited to get back to my birth state of California for freshman year of college. This was my senior picture, taken August 1999, just before my senior year began. The girl in this
Revisiting this from last year: As someone who has experienced things like rape and sexual abuse in my own life, I have this distinct psychological draw to shows like Law & Order: SVU. It was actually watching the show continually all these years
Yesterday would have been my exes birthday, my longest relationship before my now husband, my last major abusive relationship, the one who took his own life in 2016, the week my husband and I got pregnant with our son. I wrote out a long post for my
I read this quote from @stacie.martin a few days ago and it struck me deep, within the recesses of my soul because of its truth in my own story and journey. She. Is. Spot. On. I could not have written it any better myself. I was my own worst enemy fo
I’ve been thinking a lot about growth lately. I’ve been thinking about how, often times, we grow near one another, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that others are growing with you. Sometimes, we put down roots in relationships wit
Four years ago, today, we said, “I love you, I like you, I choose you,” forever. And this haiku is how I announced it to the world 🥰 Happy anniversary, my Beloved Unicorn 💚🦄 • We might have eloped If you take out the ‘might
Continuing anniversary week love poetry series. This picture was taken by @psalmsthirtyfour (edit by me) after we had eloped, since we never did an engagement shoot, this was our ‘just married’ shoot in Santa Monica 🌊♥️: • wr
It’s anniversary week, four years on Wednesday since we eloped to San Diego with our families, and I’ll be sharing poems I wrote for my Beloved all week. I wrote this when we were dating. I was pretty sure after our first date October 8th
I do realize that I am a perpetually open book, that I share very freely of my shortcomings and past incapabilities and indiscretions, but, over the years, I have also learned the importance of keeping some things close to myself, to my heart, and to