Reader, Thinker, Writer, Lover.
January 2015
January 23, 2015

Abuela, Mi Amor

Written by Posted in Poetry Comments 0

Hair always dyed a shade of youth and vigor,
remnants coloring the papery skin around her ears and forehead.
Little round body that tells the hard tale of Mexican women-
low to the ground for work and round in the hips for babies.
Breasts too small for her body and a heart muscle too weak for all that she would feel and experience.
Ankles swollen, eyes rheumy, thick glasses. Her Spanish not accepted; English not sufficient.
House dresses in so many flowered patterns, some shade of pink always on her lips- creeping through the lines forming there.

And she was beautiful. Magnificent. The Queen of my heart. Read more…

January 22, 2015


Written by Posted in Poetry Comments 1

When the perceiving heart goes haywire

And the circuits are overloaded,

a devil lies behind every bush.

Around every corner, a monster. Read more…

January 22, 2015

Wisdom is Wisdom

Written by Posted in Blog Posts Comments 2

After growing up in a wildly Conservative church and watching it attempt to destroy my family in the wake of my sisters’ coming-outs, I determined to have nothing to do with organized religion again.

If one were to measure my belief in “the Divine”, it would definitely have to be on a sliding scale. The sliding scale would look something like this:

Good day: “Spiritual” in the “new-agey,” search for greater meaning sense.

Medium day: Agnostic – I really don’t know what to believe. I don’t have proof either way.

Bad day (aka, I watched the news): I don’t think there is a God. And if there is, he/she’s flipped us the bird and walked away. Read more…

photo by Bec Brown

I sat there in the child therapist’s office, wondering how I got there. Read more…

January 19, 2015


Written by Posted in Poetry Comments 1

Come closer.

Warm your hands near the fire of my heart.

Come closer.

Circle yourself around my ribcage

and absorb

the heat, Read more…

January 16, 2015


Written by Posted in Blog Posts Comments 0

I am so cranky this morning that I’m getting on my OWN nerves.  I’m taking a lesson from my woman crush: Jill Scott. I mean, really. How can you not love her?

Read more…


With her love of fashion, fun, handsome men and humanitarianism, I’ve often wondered if I could have been Audrey Hepburn in another life. But what most endears me to her is her quote: “I was born with an enormous need for affection and a terrible need to give it.” What is so apparent to me in these words is a quiet desperation, desperation with which most naturally affectionate people immediately relate.

People who know me would describe me as very warm and affectionate, bordering on mushy. I’m a hugger. A kisser. A lover. A giver of warm words and gifts. It bubbles out of me almost constantly, like a well with a deep-seeded spring of passion. I don’t have to try; it just happens, and I adore when all of those things are given to me in return.

Read more…

January 11, 2015


Written by Posted in Poetry Comments 1

The moon arrives each afternoon

no sooner than it left, it seems…

The hours of weakened sunlight zoom by

as if being chased by

some great winter beast.

The rays hide to the south,

lurking behind storms and clouds…

All the earth

begins to still and slide into rest,

Read more…

January 11, 2015


Written by Posted in Poetry Comments 0

It is breaking through -

New grass in a spring pasture

Working to find cracks

    and holes

In which to reach for sunlight.

Read more…

January 10, 2015

Body of a Woman

Written by Posted in Blog Posts Comments 1
Picasso'sMother and Child and Studies of Hands

I step out of the shower, surrounded by mirrors. Every day, I revisit the stretch marks from pregnancy. Check. The sagging skin from my weight loss. Check. My miniscule chest. Check. I look away.

I have gone marking the atlas of your body

with crosses of fire…”

Read more…