like a hummingbird
flitting
forward
and back
sipping the sweetness
never still
never landing
too fast to be captured
until she flies into the glass
headlong
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
in the stunned stillness
hands reach out
holding
protecting
sheltering
feeding
(not all hands hurt or capture)
“It’s the every day moments of grace and despair, joy and sorrow that propel us towards our destiny. Life doesn’t have to be epic to have meaning and neither do stories. I prefer art that makes us ask deeper questions about ourselves or, at the very least, shows how fucking gorgeous and brave we are…
“I’m so stupid!’ she wailed as we were getting out of the car this morning. She had forgotten her lunch. I let her cry then held her face in my mommy hands, looked her in the eyes and told her, “You made a mistake. It’s okay to make mistakes. It’s part of learning. I still…
When I was a child, I used to explore in the forest. Sometimes, I would run across a car with smashed windows. I would pick up the little pieces and keep them in my pockets like treasure. They were treasure to me. Earlier this week, I took the picture above in a parking lot where…
I’m writing this to just get it out. To put it down. I found a smattering of random notes in my writing desk. There are pages and pages of observations. I’m putting them here because I think maybe there is a theme but I may only find it by sharing. I also don’t want to…
Last winter, I was leading writing workshops in a women’s homeless shelter. I was going through some papers recently and found this free write I did with the women using the prompt, “What I love about myself”. I wrote this on 1/9/15 and decided to post it because it feels good to read it….