Writing
An Ugly Caterpillar: A Butterfly’s Story
We begin as an egg, a tiny fragment in a universe constantly expanding. Whether we ask for it or not, we grow due to forces outside of our own understanding. Read the rest of this entry »
Small Steps (A Haiku)
One step at a time
I will make it to the top
A little each day
Blog Networking: To Read & Comment More
I’m exhausted. I don’t know if it’s that I’ve been writing a lot lately or if it’s just a combination of being a mother to a toddler with boundless energy. Last night I drank Theraflu and headed to bed early, snuggled up to a good book. Read the rest of this entry »
You Do Not Complete Me
You do not complete me
I accept you, you accept me
we accept each other
You do not complete me
I accent you, you accent me
we are strong and weak
You do not complete me
I am whole, you are whole
we can only complete ourselves
Stopping Myself From Stopping Myself
Sometimes depression speaks to me through resounding voices that ask me what the hell am I doing all this for. Then, I find myself consumed with feeling absurd, that perhaps stringing words together is nothing more than a waste of time. The writer inside yearns for continuous approval, and removing denial from the equation exposes my weakness, that I am too delicate and too easily broken. Read the rest of this entry »
Writing With Hope 