For you.

For you.

Back in 2010, when we were getting ready to send my poetry collection off to the printer, one of my editors/partners said “what about a dedication?” I spent a couple days deliberating and then sent her this: for?you. and you. you, you, you. And oh yes!...
Me. Too.

Me. Too.

Oh. You too? Yah. Me too. It’s a conversation I’ve had with many friends, many times. But the first time I talked about it, I was ice skating with one of my closest friends. Round and round the rink we skated,?slowly gliding across the ice. We were 13 or...
A handful of lemons.

A handful of lemons.

It’s inevitable. Some things are just disappointing. not how we envisioned. downright sad-making. It happens. Things don’t always go the way we plan them. I’m pretty flexible. I go with the flow. But every one in awhile, I’ve met up with...
but sometimes, she roars…

but sometimes, she roars…

Part of being human is understanding that we exist on a living, breathing, sometimes raging, ever changing planet. I try to always remember and respect this fact. I was seven years old when Mount St. Helens erupted. We lived just north of Seattle at the time, a little...
but are we even listening?

but are we even listening?

I have a bad habit of interrupting. It’s not a trait I’m proud of. I realise it’s rude and disrespectful. It’s also incredibly annoying. Some habits are formed so early that by the time you notice them in yourself, it’s too late,...