family. Fort Benjamin Harrison State Park, Lawrence, Indiana. photo by me. my ear stays pressed against the ground in all the places your feet found rest. I track the echo of you, ghost steps on haunted floors, and I wait forever for the sound of footsteps that might never walk back to me again. poems […]Read more "stolen words"
everyone has issues. we aren’t special, other than in all of the ways we were so fucking special.Read more "yes we were"
an open letter to the man I loved, still love and will always love. Dear you: truth is things are going great. truth is things are a fucking mess. this is where things stand here. here’s the deal: you showed up and changed everything. you left and changed everything. it’s life. we deal. we always […]Read more "truth is …"
Little Man is writing an essay for school and he asked me to read over it. and now, my heart is swooning. he has written about a little girl who gets to go on a surprise vacation to Italy, and she has to guess where. her first guess is Como, which made me smile because […]Read more "memories"
I was 6 the first time I saw a penis other than my father’s. My grandmother’s neighbor had a son, Bobby, about my age. He pulled the line on me, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” I didn’t even know what he meant until he pulled my shirt up and then pulled […]Read more "#metoo"
she held the memories close to her heart. memories are, after all, what keeps us moving. they keep us loving and learning and wanting more. what else do we have but memories? they are our stories. they weave us into who we are now and who we’ll become tomorrow. she knew change was imminent. it […]Read more "let them fly"