When A Writer Chooses Boundaries
I don’t want to be good at letting people hurt me. I’m pondering the word ‘boundaries’.
Navigating complex emotions of jealousy, ambition, insecurity, joy, fear, peace, anger, happiness, betrayal, contentment, disappointment, love.
I don’t want to be good at letting people hurt me. I’m pondering the word ‘boundaries’.
I choose to believe in flight, to want it and to reach for it. I choose to fly. I choose to fly solo.
Real talk is dirty. It’s not that I have forgotten stage fright.
I did this on Instagram. I was touched by the sensitivity of the questions asked. It helped me shift the heaviness of my heart.
It is the face of a woman that the world likes to call a Strong Woman. It is a tired look. A jaded look. A bored look. A dismissive look.
The Novelty Girl. The Character In Someone Else’s Coming of Age Story. The Manic Pixie Dream Girl. The Guilty Pleasure. The Bucket-list Woman. Names I’ve been called.
If there’s an emotion that I really wish did not exist, it’s JEALOUSY.
A poem written for Earth Day about climate change
Play a game with me. Ready? Pick any one answer: QUESTION: What do you call a guy who makes a call at 1:30AM stoned and drunk to a girl who said she was having a bad day at 11:30PM? A. A thoughtful, considerate, caring person who is taking time off…
Is it anger? Is it pain? It is fear? I’m going to tell you a secret. It’s none of these things. These are the gifts you bring to your hidden self and put away like unopened presents from people you wish would have given you their selves instead. You take…