I like to write. I don't know if I love it. Perhaps it's more that I need to write. It's a means to sort out my thoughts and feelings - deriving perspective and clarity out of the chaos that I concoct around me. Writing started as a 3rd grade assignment, and I would write about anything and everything - I took to paper...
The landscape of my healing journey looks like the Alps. I crest one peak, but then there’s a whole mountain range with multiple peaks that still need to be explored. This journey is not without its avalanches or crevices, which also need to be experienced and not simply avoided. I’m still in search of inspiration for a poem that I’m supposed to write,...
Yesterday marked the 24th anniversary of the National Day of Remembrance and Action on Violence Against Women. For years, I've observed this day with detached deference - always thinking of the 14 women, the police officer who responded to the call only to learn that his own daughter was one of the victims, and the senselessness and selfish act of one man. I...
It's beautiful outside today...first main snowfalls of the season and there is a pure yet rugged feel to it all. The snow is cradled in puffs by the tree branches but every so often, when the tree can no longer bear the weight of the snow, the branch gives a little tug and releases the snow. I'm inspired by this view. It's been...
