I’m a good person. How many times have we said that to ourselves and to others? More, how many times does that thought come up? Are you? Are we? What’s the definition of a good person? More, where exactly is the line between a good person and a bad one…

I haven’t sat down to write in months. Well not anything with the intent of putting it out there. This year has been one for the books and when I’m dealing with so many emotions at the same time, sometimes I just get stuck in my head just running circles…

I was raised in a family of nurses, volunteered in the ER, and nursing homes in high school, and am certified in food safety. This means I’m always aware of cross-contamination and have to keep it to myself. But for this brief moment in time…I. DON’T. HAVE. TO. My mother…

The canary in the mine Sitting pretty, fluttering about She doesn’t look so good Seems agitated Don’t mind her, She gets like that Just looking for attention The canary in the mine Sitting pretty, oh maybe not so much less fluttering about She doesn’t look so good Should we do something She’s good Too sensitive though She…

All the voices in my head All the voices from the ancestors All the voices that came before me, with me, after me They all scream, write. They all scream, tell your story. These voices don’t see the pain behind the story These voices don’t see the loneliness These voices…

My grandma is lost, to the past, to time. Like I never had a grandma. My grandma liked toasted kaiser rolls, with butter, and swiss cheese, that’s all I can remember. My grandma was dead when I was five. My grandma started vanishing to dementia, but I’d already lost her…

I hear you sister, really I hear your whispered words I hear the unspoken shake of the head I hear the seemingly silent look I hear you sister, really I hear your outrage I hear your pain I hear your suffering I hear your disappointments I hear your loneliness I hear you sister, really…

I’m unimpressed by your machinations. Unmoved by your tears. Unfazed by your malice. Undeterred by your obstacles. While you’ve been working your plans of deception of cowardice of malice. I was working too. Learning your ways. Learning our ways. …

The bottomless well that is misogyny is tricky. Every time we think we’ve identified all the parameters and have the perfect checklist together, we uncover something new, well not new, but old. We get tripped up by the small stones of our ingrained training that we didn’t realize were there…