Nothing wasted

Were there voices trying to tell your story before you even had ears to hear it? And as you grew, did the volume of lies, half truths, and imagined details grow right alongside? . Did your mother turn off the sound and whisper with her heart that you were a gift of worth; coming into [...]

Goodness

“Some day these will be the good ol’ days.”, someone says. . These are the good ol’ days. Now. Right now. They are good now. . But I forget. . Tires spinning in mud. I’m spinning another bedtime story. Quietly, rubbing my eyes, I creep out of the room. . Now where was I? Folding. [...]

Stitched up

I tell a six year old who says things like, “I’m very interested in surgery.” that he’s going to stitch up some organs and then watch his eyes light up. . I explain that he will stitch the pieces together and fill them up. Plush organs we will use for another project. . And I [...]

Scars

This body of mine bears scars. . Scars from mishaps. Scars from pain stitched up while tears fell. Scars from the life it's carried and brought into this world. . This body of mine is constantly changing. It is a map of where life has led it. It is a mirror reflecting it's challenges and [...]