Flutter

This story begins, like any extraordinary story, with vulnerability. It’s etched with the importance of our voices, of our words, and our experiences. It’s a tribute to all the things you think you should never say, the things you wish you could say or do, the times when you second guess reaching out to someone,

In The Vociferous Silence

I’d grown restless and anxious in the tiny cream house filled with one too many people. The creaking of the hardwood would startle me awake at night. The front door would rattle the old windows in my room whenever someone went in or out. The way I could hear my roommate play the piano, effortlessly

When The Lies Hurt Us More

I used to take a break from my work, whatever it is – writing, parent council, other volunteerism – by sliding out onto the porch and smoking. It was a brief moment, where I could feel the sun on my skin, I could legitimately shoo my children away without guilt. Somewhere along the line, smoking

The Love Is… Project

Let me take you on a bit of journey, a vague one, but a journey nonetheless: The last 6 months of my life has been this chaotic sphere of feelings, emotions, more feelings, (Asking for a friend: Does anyone know how to shut these off?) and a lot of words that haven’t seen the light

On Fire

My soul has been on fire since birth. I was born like this. Hot. Burning. That really means Difficult. Volatile. Hard. Most don’t like the way I glow,  the way passion burns through my veins. They move away,  my embers floating on their back, as they go. And they always go. I’ve tried to burn
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