Two years ago, my brother gave me a vintage alarm clock for Christmas. You know one of those real old… Read more The clock says tick tock.
It’s official. A new chapter has begun and I can feel the shift deep down in my bones. Not that… Read more A new chapter.
Wow, I really have lost my blogging groove. It’s not that I don’t want to do it, it’s just that… Read more A scatter-brained life update.
It’s a puzzle to me that I’m not surprised friends turn into strangers (Sh)it happens. //Hanna
The wave of change told me to stop worrying about if I’m loved and start knowing I am. It’s quite… Read more Blackout poetry #31. (plus my two cents on loving yourself)
May is here and with her she brings a fair bit of anxiety. Why sneak up on me like that?… Read more May oh my. (Stream of consciousness Saturday.)
Scoop me up into tender arms and hold me tightly until every inch of my body knows that here, I’m… Read more Unthaw. (stream of consciousness Saturday)
Mash. Mesh. Mush. Merge. Come together. As one. Mashed potatoes. Pretty sure these aren’t actual synonyms, so don’t take my… Read more Mash. (stream of consciousness Saturday)
She was alive human and such a wonder had always been enough. I keep returning to this, over and over.Life… Read more Blackout poetry #24. plus brain dump
For the first time this year the rain smelled like summer and it had me as close to happy tears… Read more Little joys.