the long way home

a few weeks ago, i had a dream. one of those dreams that stays with you, not just into the waking hours, but days later. some dreams are just that–dreams, nothing more. but this one… i remain convinced this one meant something, means something still.

in my dream, i was at a graduation of sorts. i was waiting backstage in my cap and gown, ready to walk across the stage and into a new future. … Read the rest

lovely

this one’s for the women, i think.

see, i’ve felt this stirring in my soul for weeks now. it’s truth, but it’s a hard truth, one that’s easy to forget, easy to let slip away. still, it will not let me go–that’s the thing about truth. it won’t allow itself to be ignored.

and so i keep circling around it, keep coming back to the same thing, the same message. truth must be told, Read the rest

a lesson in the art of shrinking

as i dressed this morning, my gaze fell upon a flatter-than-usual stomach, and i stopped for a moment just to look. and as i wiggled my fleshy hips into a pair of pants that somehow fit looser than they have in days past, it occurred to me:

i belong to a generation of shrinking women.

we’ve been taught that something is beautiful only if doesn’t take up much space. and so we
shrink back,… Read the rest

stay

yesterday, i put my heart on my sleeve for all of social media to see when i wrote this post:
IT’S BEEN A WEEK, Y’ALL. emergency rooms + doctor’s offices, car breakdowns + mechanics bills, grad school deadlines + the end-of-year blur. long days + short nights, weary bones + achy souls. it’s been a week of gritting my teeth + digging in my heels, of emotional highs and lows (mostly lows, if i’m being Read the rest

swords into plowshares {or, what i do on days when i can’t breathe}

this morning in church, i held a moment of silence for freddie gray, and all those who have died before him: young men of color whose lives ended because of white men abusing their power. michael brown. trayvon martin. eric garner. i’ve been carrying them in my heart for months now, these brothers of mine–not because of skin color but because they were human beings, just like me, with hearts and minds and … Read the rest

in celebration of the small things {or, what jim & pam taught me about love}

i’ve never been a big t.v. watcher, but one show that i instantly fell head-over-heels for and still adore to this day is the office. from jim’s goofy grin to pam’s adorable cardigan collection to michael’s horribly hilarious one-liners, i felt an instant kinship to the small, scranton-based paper company. i watched the show religiously each and every season and have re-watched it (several times) since then.

there’s so much that i love about the … Read the rest

when the words come home

five days ago, i scribbled some lines in a notebook–and then promptly went into the bathroom to splash water on my face to stop the tears from falling.

you see, those lines, they took on the shape of a poem of sorts, and it has been years and years since i last was able to write poetry. i don’t know; maybe my words got locked up somehow, tucked away in all my suitcases and … Read the rest

31 things i’ve learned in 31 years

a few years ago, when i was having a mini-freakout about turning 29 (because HELLOIT’SALMOSTTHIRTY), i sat down and wrote out a special post. it was a list of all the things that my 29 years had taught me–the good, the bad, and the in-between. (if you’re interested, you can read the original post here)/

in just a couple of days, i’ll be celebrating another birthday: 31. so naturally, i figure it’s time … Read the rest

living lightly

two weeks ago, i signed a lease on a tiny little efficiency apartment in philadelphia, a mere six miles from my new job as a second-grade teacher in the northern part of the city. one week ago, i made the official move into my new space. i rented a u-haul and packed it tight with all my bins and boxes and random items of furniture, ones that i’d stored at various places while i was … Read the rest

wordless things

i’ve wanted to write for weeks now, to sit down at a table with some coffee and a pen, and flesh out all the things i have inside of me. but every attempt ends up with the page blank and me frustrated and reeling in disappointment. and then i read this::

“I always find it more difficult to say the things I mean than the things I don’t.” (W. Somerset Maugham)

maybe the reason … Read the rest