Poem 4
My heart is a stuttering moon caught in her waxing phase. Unable to expand or release she holds at once too full and not full enough– –a rounded gaseous belly. … Continue reading Poem 4
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I Am Not Good
I am not good. I do not sit in the dirt and dust of my ruined house, refusing to curse God. My voice is a tempest—raw and cracking thunder. The … Continue reading I Am Not Good
A Line in the Sand
My heart is at once mending and breaking and today I am hopeful and extremely afraid. Black Lives Matter. LGBTQ people should be able to love how they want. Trans … Continue reading A Line in the Sand
What it’s like to have Covid 19: Day 4
Welcome to living with Covid-19 Recap: -Discernible symptoms began Sunday August 2nd with a sudden unexplainable loss of taste and smell. -My husband and I both tested positive and received … Continue reading What it’s like to have Covid 19: Day 4
What it’s like to have Covid 19: Days 1, 2, 3
Hi there, I’m a social worker located in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. On Sunday August 2nd, my husband and I were tested for Coronavirus/Covid-19, and we now know we are positive for … Continue reading What it’s like to have Covid 19: Days 1, 2, 3
COVID-19 and Making Decisions or Why I’m Not Going to Church Tomorrow
There are things I can help and things I can’t. Despite my anxiety I dug myself deep in to the reputable news and the research today, determined to have a … Continue reading COVID-19 and Making Decisions or Why I’m Not Going to Church Tomorrow
Anxiety
There is nothing lost on her singing wind who leaps from whispers to wails, she’s got nothing to lose Do not hold me too closely she says mood swings–she promises … Continue reading Anxiety
Kindergarden: Mothering and Letting Go
Parenting is skinning your knees a thousand times a day. Before it even stops throbbing the wound is ripped open again, ragged flesh meeting unforgiving pavement. It’s not a superficial … Continue reading Kindergarden: Mothering and Letting Go
It Happened Here. Again. Shooting in my Hometown.
Tick. Tick. Tick. The turn signal taps in concert with the muffled drops of rain while I wait for a steady stream of cars to pass. It’s afternoon, en-route to … Continue reading It Happened Here. Again. Shooting in my Hometown.
Unfinished.
When I had just fallen over the edge of 15, a therapist with a mustache to rival The Kentucky Colonel sat me down in his office and diagnosed me with ADHD and unspecified depressive disorder.
The Rape of Bathsheba: The Sin of Standing on the Sidelines, II Samuel 11: 1-15
Link to Audio: The Good News 7/29/2018 11 In the spring of the year, the time when kings go out to battle, David sent Joab with his officers and all Israel … Continue reading The Rape of Bathsheba: The Sin of Standing on the Sidelines, II Samuel 11: 1-15
When the last minute comes: talking to my preschooler about mass shootings
I was doing okay. Last night Florida was just in my periphery, some news coverage on a bar TV alerted me while I sipped milkshakes on a much coveted date … Continue reading When the last minute comes: talking to my preschooler about mass shootings
