Need to Breathe

Today I’m writing purely for the pleasure (my pleasure) of getting my unaltered thoughts out of my mind and my heart. I’m going to do my best to veer from editing as I type and just let my thoughts flow as they come. Especially now being a writer (like, a legit official writer 😭✨) it’s … More Need to Breathe

Wet Paint: The Wait

Everything’s still so fresh, as if my life’s restricted by a “caution: wet paint” sign on the newest renovations of my life. It’s like I’m trying to settle in, but there’s waiting involved. A time period I want to brush through every now and then so I can feel “normal” again (“in place,” I should … More Wet Paint: The Wait

Something Bit Me

Something bit me. I’m scratching cause the itch won’t leave And it’s changing the shape of my ankles. Something bit me. See, that’s the thing, something bit me. My hunger for life and passion for adventure Makes me itch so hard for a brighter future. Something bit me. I want to wander further, To get … More Something Bit Me

Rush vs. Trust

If I’m always rushing around, I think that says something about me. That maybe I’m always running late. Or maybe just that I feel like I am.  That unsettled feeling I get when I know I’m running behind is discomfort I know all too well. I’ve been late to work, church, meetings, family events, etc. … More Rush vs. Trust

The Walk

“‘Why?’ That is the question people ask me most. Porquoi? Why? For what? Why do you walk on the wire? Why do you tempt fate? Why do you risk death? But, I don’t think of it this way. I never even say this word, death. La mort. Yes okay, I said it once, or maybe … More The Walk

Be the Receipt

Helen Ross is a sweet, elderly client at the vet hospital where I spend most mornings working the front desk. She’d brought in Maggie (her 5-year-old Corgi mix) for a quick exam, annual boosters, a rabies shot, county licensing and a refill for flea/tick prevention. I was in the middle of getting her checked out … More Be the Receipt