Leaning into the Dark
If you are pro-life and cheer the loss of Roe v. Wade do not wish me, a mother, a Happy Mother’s Day. Signed, Someone who faced life-threatening pregnancy complicationsSomeone who … Continue reading Letters in Anger and Grief and Fear: Roe v. Wade
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
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
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
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
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
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
Doubt is a funnel web, sometimes woven with a fraying yarn in a disconnected pattern of lazy loops and holes, other times knitted securely with steel thread. It’s threads are … Continue reading Absolving Your Doubt
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
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
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.
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.
Until The Last Minute 