• writing

    reading: another brookyln

    recently, i picked up another brooklyn by jacqueline woodson. i had been meaning to read more of her work every since brown girl dreaming came on my radar. i don’t know what i expected from the book because i always think of her as a YA writer. i don’t mean that i mean that as a bad thing but (thematically) YA books tend to read a certain way across the board (and i like that about them) but sometimes i just can’t deal with the (all that teenage) angst. I do think this reads like a YA book (theme-wise) but I think that is the power and importance of this…

  • self compassion,  writing

    writing and healing

    writing these days seems challenging. the words are just not flowing but then i wonder when they last did. and if that even matters. sometimes, when i write i think i am suppose to have all the answers but i am slowly seeing that writing really just brings up more questions. one of the best things writing has given me is a little more self-awareness. this awareness has given the courage to try and meet myself as i am where i am but also gently (and slowly) align myself to something bigger than me. you see, i have been struggling (as usual) to understand what the purpose of my writing…

  • self compassion,  writing

    your courage

    your courage is pounding inside the fire/let it rise up and consume you/let it heal you/let it remake your edges wider and softer/ let it drop you beyond your own knowing/into the center of uncertainty and flames/your inner compass will roar with the added pressure/ the stillness will teach you/let it/ you are becoming more you with each breath/ you are holding the resistance upon your chest/but burning with life and grit/ I can feel the heat of your radiance/surrounding this world.  

  • writing

    stories: imperfect motherhood, imperfect art

    this has been a intense week for many people in the world and the US, myself include. Not just politics and crazy weather (which is political now, too) but balancing my own life. you see, being pregnant and being an active mother and wife are not always easy things for me. if I am honest, I have dropped the ball and curled up on the couch more times than I can count. I imagine this is normal. it takes a lot of work to make a baby. still, I feel like I should be stronger and doing more and accepting my limitations is not easy.     of course, I…

  • writing

    stories: nice and good

    I remember sitting at Punjab with five of my classmates from our women in religion class. It was a great class and we were excited about what we were learning about women and community building and we got along. if you ever been in a seminar type class, you know how comradeship can set the tone for a class. a little backstory, I went to a small liberal arts college ( mostly white but committed racial dialogue and social justice (not perfect but trying to the issues of our time ), in the quasi-south.  I imagine my experience would have been slightly different, if I had done my studies at…

  • writing


    there is so much going on in the world, as usual. so much to hold in our hearts and to do, as usual. the medicine is to chose to do what you can and do it with all your heart. you see, our hearts are so miraculous. we forget that our prayers can move mountains and our actions can help protect lives near and far. we are so powerful. we just get so distracted by the shiny people selling us a life. when we already have this magical miracle in our bones waiting to dance down walls and nourish generations. we keep waiting for the powers to that be recognize…

  • tinyhappy,  writing

    every hour

    I have been rolling around with words today. saying too much. feeling so unfocused. there seems to be a lot of ideas and thoughts vying for attention from me these days. I want to keep things simple but things get complicated. complicated by the words I say or don’t. by the lateness of the day or the irritation in my bones. it’s advent. I want to be soft and holy. and maybe I am but I also feel full of fire and ice. it is hard to exist as you are without all the commentary, I tell myself. it is the commentary that feels too much like confession. but I…

  • writing

    five senses friday

    this is an oldie but goodie…started on abby try again. seeing: lots of foggy and rainy mornings this earlier week. I am hoping we don’t get inot one those 15 day of rain situations again. also, seeing floor puzzles on my table and um, floors. hearing: rain. Alicia Keys’s new album. both so good. tasting: loads of grannie smith apples. so many. our local MOMS has the best apples, ever. smelling: mint essential oil. tea. when I can smell, of course. feeling: tired about so many things + inspired by so many things. it’s a confusing combination. maybe it’s time to go slower and quieter. what are your five sense…

  • writing

    (maybe) back to life

    if you sit at the desk long enough I don’t know what you will find maybe the world of darkness and light, that the poets speak of or maybe just a desk full of empty space   if you go out into the world long enough I don’t know what you will find maybe heartache rage and hopeful faces or maybe just people treading stars and stripes   if you go into yourself long enough I don’t know what you will find maybe a misshapen story and ugly hands on your neck or maybe it will be a golden and bitter ladder leading from your bladder to your throat maybe…