I will not tiptoe in glass slippers when I was made to run with the Sword of Shan Yu.


January 30, 2019

She plans like a winner--

racing faster than the woman on her left

speeding ahead the man on her right

they are now far behind her

mere footprints behind the dust of her own.

She crosses the finish line with her hands waving in the air

like a champ


January 17, 2019

Motherhood doesn’t give a damn about your sleep schedule.

It doesn’t care how heavy your eyes are, or how puffy

the bags beneath them have become or

how long it’s been since you’ve had a full night of sleep

Motherhood has no regard for when your child be...

January 16, 2019

Silence is the loudest sort of noise—

after the body he inhabited took its

last breath and the choirs sing their final note—

when the clapping and wailing fade out before ceasing

silence is the loudest sort of noise

Silence is the loudest sort of noi...

January 6, 2019

My grandfather was a pest. Back when my grandparents had the cottage on Big Whitefish Lake, the grandkids would sleep in bunkbeds in the way back screened-in-porch of a room we called “Camp Mimi Papa.” At bedtime, my grandmother would tell him no les...

January 5, 2019

Some people say death is beautiful.

There is nothing beautiful about washing my dying grandpa,

his floppy skin sticky, smelling like he’s starting to turn.

There’s a certain smell when the body starts to die. And I want to crawl beneath the covers

and ho...

November 10, 2018

I’ve been going through so much that sometimes I feel a little bit like a life sucker—like I suck the life right out of my people each time I struggle or trip or waffle. So the days when I can also be a person to someone else don't make me feel entit...

November 4, 2018

I gave him back his keys today—

keys that open the doors to the dream house we built


our son left his winter coat in my car and will

need it for school tomorrow

but it’s Daddy’s day.

I press my ear to the door like a stalker

and make out laughter...

October 26, 2018

I can't share the rest of my writing for today, but for now- here is how today's thoughts start:

My eyes are puffy and swollen because sometimes the days are long and the path is jagged. I keep trying to tell myself between falling tears that night al...

October 21, 2018

wide awake at 4 a.m. starting at the ceiling

marveling at its blank emptiness--long wide empty spaces

devoid of thought that swirl

while I count sheep leaping over moons one by one

comforted at the thought that I must be asleep 

before the counting ends


October 21, 2018

soul’s tangled tapestry twists and turns

wailing songs of suffering—smiling still

when waves of remembering whisper hauntedly

and secrets spread crookedly like shards of glass

beneath nails of protection embedded

they draw blood in the sand

skin unravels l...

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