“You can run around and try to get others to notice your light, all the while causing your flame to flicker and waver.  Or you can simply shine, simply be. You can become a flame of such brightness and ferocity that others cannot help but come and investigate.”

I write my story not because it is better or more important than anyone else’s story.  I write my story with the hope others will remember their story. I hope they will remember it matters.  The pain, heartache, and all their sad chapters can still be sewn into a beautiful book with an incredible ending. After all, everyone has a story that counts.

Warning Label

Oh... Didn’t you see my warning label? The waiver form on my skin? The fine print running down my spine? Beneath the pervasive knot in my neck- And my rather large, buxom backside? It tells the story of me. Not elegant and graceful Smooth and refined No. Bumbling and...

Love Letter to The White Coats

Hello Heinous human being In your white jacket Collecting virtue from the devil's arse Serving the medical machine -god of human sacrifice Only sick fucks and bags of dicks need apply So that- When I walk into your office Dread swelling in my gut Staring at your...

A Funny One

She’s a funny one It’s true The faces Remarks, antics Maybe no one will notice Broken parts Missing pieces Never quite right. But such a full, ready laugh Mischievous Fun, silly- For her time in the light. Broken things Stay on shelves In the shadows Why? Why are some...

Reputation Be Damned

Yes, it's true. I push boundaries. I ignore rules. I don't always fit in. If there were a flock of mixed birds all hanging out, I would probably be the awk-weird one with a funky gallop, crazy eye, and obnoxious call. I am unapologetically me. For years, I wasted away...

Start Again…With Kindness: Guest Writer Nicole VanHaren

Sometimes the only thing you can do is let go and embrace new beginnings. Too often life gets way to hard, overly complicated, dramatic, and just plain messy. Is it possible to start over and not feel like you’re starting at square one? The past few years have been...

4 am

4 am The pause Pitch black Eerie silent Darkest hour And no one moves Or feels Or hears Or sees It is a hidden hour A time to turn away Too bleak Too black Without soul Utterly exposing Is it strange? So very peculiar? How much I love you, 4 am? Your silence Crisp,...

Very Human

I'm a crumbly little thing A recipe missing a key ingredient Stumbling Fumbling Clumsy and foolish But I know Later in the silence In the midnight hour Reviewing Filtering Like a photo Editing Like an essay Cringing at that "one thing" That one moment That one...

If I hear God loves LGBT but not their sin one more time…

Someone posted a comment on another article of my blog correcting my many paths to God idea. I’ve dealt with enough one sided conversations to know when there’s an agenda but it was this sentiment: God loves LGBT people, so that's not an issue. He doesn't love their...

I Saw You

I pretended, spared your pride Never whispered to the neighbors I never accused you Pointed the finger Played dirty or strung you up I didn't ask questions Interrogate you Put up walls or play games So you saw me as small Insignificant And you dismissed me Little by...

The Unexceptional Pit Stop

I'm in a pause in life that can best be described as The Great Disappointment. As an avid movie watcher it makes me think of a struggling character, crossing a vast desert, cresting the final hill, hearing the sound of water (and ahhh...they can almost taste it on...