Time passes as the rusting armor encasing me, protecting my wounded heart, shields us from storms. Its lock impenetrable. Then... You, a surprise. Your words earn the key. Your smile turns the lock. Your love is a light that cloaks me in warmth. But in time your light begins to blind me. The temperature rises … Continue reading Confined: solitary safety
Co-dependence: An insomniac’s song
I don't have very clear memories of my childhood. Most of them are so wrapped up in stories I've heard over and over again, that the line between the story and memory is completely blurred. The only exception to this is the memory of being awake at night, listening to the sound of the coquis. … Continue reading Co-dependence: An insomniac’s song
Buy me some peanuts and cracker jack
I was 15 that hot summer. It was the kind of hot Chicago summer that makes its residents start wishing for the Fall and wondering why they ever complained about winter. Stepping outside for just a few minutes could leave you drenched in a pool of sweat. Staying inside was usually a punishment, the results … Continue reading Buy me some peanuts and cracker jack
Gapped
my smile imperfect your words my new reflection charm is what I see
Out of the mouth of babes
I got to spend time with two of my favorite people today: my nephews Michael (10) and Jacob (8). To say that I love them and they make me smile would be an understatement. They never cease to amaze me with the people they are becoming. Case in point, our ride home. Today was report … Continue reading Out of the mouth of babes
The write stuff: Life in words
I received my first journal as a gift at the age of 11, just months after my family moved from Chicago to a suburb of Salt Lake City, Utah. It had a rough, grainy cover and it was red, my favorite color. I named it Scarlett. I don't remember having an interest in the art … Continue reading The write stuff: Life in words
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