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
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.
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
As the day of thanks winds down, I am thankful for what November 23rd was like for me 5 years ago. My fiancé at the time and I were at … Continue reading Marriage: Living into Doubt
Until The Last Minute 