My body and my heart have been betraying me of late. Physical illness combined with a broken heart is a heck of a one-two punch and can take us to really dark places. But I don’t want to write yet another lament about my misfortunes in love. The temptation is there as I wrestle once […]
Read More The shattered pieces of our heartsNone of us are here without the sacrifice and effort of those who came before. One reason I’ve become attracted to family history is the deeper appreciation I have for how fleeting life is. You don’t have to go very far back in your ancestry before you come across people who are integral to your […]
Read More Remembering Jacob WisenerI stopped writing in this space months ago to focus on putting together a book that has been incredibly slow going. I haven’t given up on the book, but my progress is depressing to me. It’s easier to think of jotting down my thoughts within the confines of several hundred words here than in the […]
Read More Only one hopeIt’s been a hard couple of years. I was ridiculously stressed at my job, only to switch positions and – four months ago – lose it altogether. I’ve recently moved. I’ve had a complex love life. I’m dealing with the increasing physical affects of aging more rapidly. My daughter has left childhood for puberty and […]
Read More The need to remember, lest we forgetI’ve struggled with self-hatred for many years. I have a very difficult time giving myself any grace or forgiveness for the mistakes I’ve made and the struggles I’ve had. I hate my character defects and the way I’ve succumbed to fear and panic; the pain they’ve caused others. Over a year ago, a good friend […]
Read More Accepting yourself, accepting loveGrey into black in the unseen horizon Reflections a mere echo through piercing, small rays. Dull roar hypnotizing a trancelike induction Words without meaning flow numbingly true. Lost in the specter of waking and sleeping My impotent heart finds no solace without but within is a tempest of sullen refraction Redemption a cry from parched […]
Read More AloneIt’s sometimes painful to look in the mirror. Anyone who knows me can attest that I do a lot of self-reflection, sometimes way too much. There are a lot of reasons I do it, and one of the least important of those is because I don’t like to be blindsided by my own culpability when […]
Read More Seeing yourself, owning your guilt
