It was one night. Late. Alone in the center of tangled white sheets. Lost in the throes of fever and cough. Of chills and heat and sweat. Of the way the room grew distant and sounds became liquid and I floated in the middle of all that was and had …
Even The Deepest Silence Carries Its Own Sweet Wisdom
In any life there is a time to speak – clear and strong and true. Hours and minutes when your voice will be the only thing that can deliver you through to what comes next. When coming clean is the grace that serves and saves. When you must unleash your …
10 Truths Of The Writer’s Soul
Truth: There is no choice The stories burn for release. We are writers by birth and by destiny and by intention. Not by choice. If we never scratched another word on a coffee shop napkin, this would not change. A writer is not someone who does. A writer is someone …
come clean {the sound of freedom}
Come on, lover. Let’s do this. Of course you don’t want to face it. Not now. Not ever, really. But let’s go there. It’s time. You want different than what you have. You don’t love him, not anymore. You’re not fit for this glass-walled corner office and the perpetually tepid …
Uncommon Sense: Go ahead, give yourself over to love
“Is the fear of losing something worth the good that having it brings? I think I just live in such a state of fear of being broken by love that I don’t even trust in it anymore.” Oh love, there are so many things I do not know. So many …
