The Second Act

So often there’s this idea of “meeting people where they are”. Some of us are drowned…

I wish I could eat this reality. Let my teeth tear into it, grind it down.…

If I could go back twenty years and grab my own face, my round cheeks, and…

Who else am I becoming, if not myself? I can’t wait to not see her in…

Like a pig to slaughter, I grip and I cry. It’s more than release, it’s an…

It’s a funny thing to be this age, at this ability, at this crossroads, at this…

I’m looking ahead. Rose colored glasses. Glittering hope. My teeth crack from the pressure of my…

Unbeknownst to all, to even me, I am a liar. I try, I do. I tell…

Was today good? Was it gentle? Was I mindful and present and kind to myself? I’ll…