To change without apology

To Change Without Apology

“I think your whole life shows in your face and you should be proud of that.” ~ Lauren Bacall I’ve been thinking about my blog a lot lately. I’m not referring to the aesthetics, but to the whole idea of blogging. Meaning the style in which I’ve been doing it and where I want to…

My New Favorite Meditation Technique

Lately, I’ve been using a new meditation technique that’s been really effective for me. I’ve found that if I can relax each and every one of my face and head muscles, I can suddenly feel my heart in an amplified way. Taste it even. This is an incredible feeling.  I usually do this right when…

The Black Bikini- A Post About Body Image

The Black Bikini

I stopped wearing bikinis at the age of 17 when my first child was born. I was not one of those women who didn’t get stretch marks, and I no longer felt confident wearing one. I’d choose tankinis and one pieces, and hope to look more cute than motherly, but I never felt young at the beach…

A post about being happy

What About Happy?

It’s easy to talk about pain. There’s a great deal of entertainment in it. Poems blossom from deep struggle and confusion, and no great story is without obstacles. Yes, pain is an artist’s best friend. But what happens when we’re happy?  What do we write about then?  I find myself in a particularly upbeat state at the…

A Guide to Training People How to Treat You

You Have to Train People How to Treat You

“Don’t compromise yourself. You are all you’ve got.” – Janis Joplin When I was going through group counseling as a teen (in my pregnancy school), I had a hard time understanding why, when a girl was complaining about a relationship she had, the counselor would shift the focus back to the girl. How could she change to improve…

Riding the Emotional High

Riding The Emotional High

I’ll be the first one to admit that I am not full of positive feelings and self-belief on a constant basis. (Shocking, I know.) But in fact, I’ve been struggling with being motivated and hopeful for a little while now. I think a lot of that has to do with working from home, as I…

Maybe... a poem

Maybe…

Stomach grinding, turning in on itself. Hope rising, only to be shut down again. I want to believe… I want to think I am invisible and fearless. I want to forget the pain that’s made me bitter. My heart is slow to begin again. My brain is sure I’m delusional. Secretly, I