My very first creative experience was a love for language. Though a traumatic brain injury last year has made word-finding still extremely difficult, I'm showing up brave, picking up my pen and writing my way back from the fog.
That's the story I choose to tell myself every day.
BLOOM they said: bloom where you are planted. which meant bloom where you are starved and strangled, find peace amidst the ash heaps of yesterday, break thru the concrete of dried up dreams, settle down into our system and make friends with its bars. thank you for the offer i said, but i can’t become […]
Friend if you haven’t seen Brené Brown’s special on Netflix, The Call to Courage, go watch it. Seriously. Subscribe if you need to. It is one of the most important, significant messages I have ever heard. These were the words I woke up to this morning floating in my head, desperately needed, many distilled from […]
Words. 450 days ago they were my superpower. Until a car crash knocked them just beyond my reach. I used to read 800 words a minute and remember most of them. Now 8 words a minute is a good brain day. Much faster and they swim off the page. Background noise, I can’t make them […]
Running after what sets your soul on fire doesn't mean you have to run solo.
Running after what sets your soul on fire doesn't have to be a lonely journey.