I can be a nuisance for love. The kind of nuisance who prods and searches, trying to find the authenticity within her mate—weeding out the words that don't seem to match the actions.

After all, love shouldn’t bring the kind of insecurity that leaves you vulnerable and alone should… Read full post »

Picture this way of thinking:

You have to glide around like you’re holier than others.

You have to dress in a certain way.

You have to talk with a certain "religious slang."

You have to be perfect (or at least pretend to be).

You have… Read full post »

I've had a hard time writing lately.  I write and I don't like what I see.  So I take apart the pages, tear them up into tiny little pieces and throw them away.  Lately, I've even found myself chewing up the pages.  Harsh. 

Then I tell myself that… Read full post »

Birds fascinate me. 

Perhaps because as a kid, I would watch as they made their nests in the trees by my bedroom window.  Or because they would amuse me in the mornings when they waged war on the chickens.

Now I see this one at least once a… Read full post »

I heard that you took your last breath in a crowded hospital and my world stood still. I couldn’t allow my mind to form a thought for a few days.  I silently and tearlessly mourned your passing—the death of a girl who died because she loved a man deeply.  A conniving… Read full post »

He stood tall—six feet two inches of handsome man. He commanded regal attention, looking dapper in his white suit.

It was his wedding day.

And I, a figment of his imagination—one that he had never truly pursued like a man—was there to wish him congratulations. The years of… Read full post »

It didn't fully register until later--the conversation I had with a girlfriend about privacy for writers and bloggers.

We were in the middle of busy downtown, having tea at a tea salon that screams Zen as soon as you walk in.  We were brewing tea in our quaint Japanese styled/… Read full post »

It's after midnight on a weekday and I'm camping out on the couch in my hotel room. I tell myself that I won't approach the comfortable bed adorned with duvet covers, until I've written a journal entry and done some reading. I glance sideways at my journal and Kindle, trying to… Read full post »