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Hey you, If you’re alone tonight and you don’t want to be —come join me in the togetherness we can always find when we stare up at the wisdom of the same bright moon. You whisper her your secrets, and I will whisper her mine, and she’ll hold them both …
Okay. So it might one day happen that you’re rushing through the grocery store on a school night, somewhere on your hastily scratched list between fire-roasted tomatoes and PB&J fixins’, just rolling the cart and contemplating life and what kind of cereal to buy. And by you, of course, I …
This is me raw. No makeup, no attempt to pretty up. Just me, bare and real in the morning light. Sometimes I need to show up like this, to remember that I can. And today I’m not going to carefully craft a post, any more than I wanted to put …
“Are you okay, beauty?” “Not so much, but it’s really something I should not discuss because it should never have been in the first place. I’m sure karma and her friends are raining down upon my head. I deserve to battle alone…” No. That is a lie. A lie that …
this is an ode to the broken-hearted. for those early days when the ground is unsteady and you are still measuring your worth by their absence instead of the staggering truth of your own presence. this is a poem to hold you until you are steady enough to hold yourself. …
one day, in the midst of your normal ordinary everything you will come across a poem and something about it will speak truth to your bones —you’ll know this poem by the chill that rises along your arms travels down your spine the one that pulses truth the one that …
This past week – hell, this past month – it has been intense. Everyone I’ve talked to says the same. Of the deep sadness and the storm of anger and the descent to the underworld. Of the tears and the anger and the heartbreak and the grief. I don’t know if …
You are here. You are here. Even though everything smells like love and loss and burning. Start with this. You are here and it hurts. It hurts because of all you’ve lost. Your heart is a 3am siren, driving through that sucker punch bruise of a night sky. Never a …
This is the original essay that inspired my first book, You Are Not Too Much: Love Notes On Heartache, Redemption, & Reclamation. Order your copy here. “Life is complicated. I am tired of hiding.” “Why are you hiding?” “Because I’m ‘too much’ girl” “Oh. I know that story. All too …
Here I sit. In my coffee shop. The one with the rough brick walls and the shadowed light and the rooms that I weave through as if I was at home. Here, I am at home. I am always and never at home. The rain is coming down outside. Hammering …
“When my heart feels so much, I need you to help it. You are the one who knows hearts. “ “I don’t know that I know hearts. I just believe in them. “ We are on the freeway, spinning toward home under a wide-open moon. A plane is coming …
buy a lavender plant. fall asleep with sprigs of it on your chest. breathe it deeply, all the way inside. back to the mat, no exceptions. fall asleep in savasana. cry in pigeon. laugh out loud in happy baby. mascara and groomed brows, always. red lipstick when you need it …
1. When you wake and feel the sadness flood you, take a moment to honor your broken heart. She is wise and powerful. She is never anything but exactly what is needed. She will break and break and break again, and still choose love. You know this. Do not pretend …
It is all going to crash down you know everything brick by brick glass shattered foundations crumbled there is no way to save this. there is no way to save this. the ending was written long before you ever heard the tentative starting notes no last ditch efforts no swan …
I want to leave. Run to her. I am obsessed. It is the only thing I can think of. The only thing I know. It is my truth… I am holding my hands open to you now, palms up. Place your hands in mine. Feel the pulse of shared experience. …
“I don’t think I will ever recover. It still hurts. Please tell me it gets better. Tell me I will get over her.” Oh, sweet girl. Come here and sit with me for a minute. Right here, this chair has room for two. Rest your head. Let me wrap you …
