When I Was A Falling Down Drunk: A Love Story

It’s only been a few days but I feel it.  In the hidden, hard place where I keep my little girl heart that learned to be scared too early.  That place in my heart has shifted. It might be that I am writing out the story of how I once was a falling down drunk. …

On Motherhood: Searching for Meaningful Metanarrative

I keep crying out that I want a bigger purpose for my life.   The universe cries back, your purpose is right in front of you. I cry back– it’s not enough.  It’s not enough.  This is not enough! I cannot pretend. I’ve been up and down, sometimes miserable lately. And I’m ashamed of myself….

A Poem: I Never Knew Love

  I never knew that love would be so good. Our beautiful chaotic life of music, creativity and ideas. Of trust, values, and goodness. Of dreams. I’ve learned what it means to give up yourself, yes die to self. That’s love to me. Often the world says otherwise. But they don’t have this beautiful chaotic…