Dear Me,

Well, guess what? You’re an artist now. Who knew you had it in you? That part of yourself you envied in others and buried has finally come to light. All the while, you don’t loathe yourself as much as you used to. We’re still a work in progress, always will be, I suppose. But we like it that way. Life around us is always changing. It’s…read more

When you think of spring, does the word blossom come to mind? We eagerly await the tulips blooming, the monarch butterflies emerging from their cocoon, and a warm breeze after our winter slumber. Mother Nature enforces change, regardless of our desires. Do we not have the same rhythms in our internal world? Our cells are constantly renewing, our…read more

To my long-lost pillow, I love you so dearly,
it crushed me to learn I lost you so clearly.
You stayed by my side for more years than I remember,
I treated you like my own family member.
A gift from my sister one cold Christmas Day,
I discovered memory foam is the only way.
I’m impressed you still held the perfect shape,
always cradling my h…read more

Dear Fear,

I want to say I don’t know who you are, but we both know that to be false. You scare the living daylights out of me. Make me forget that I’m in charge. But I believe I cannot control you, so I’m at your mercy. Anger comes to my aid, trying to thwart or deter you. It works for a moment or two before you grab hold of me once again.

If…read more