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Ruminating Maternal
I am practicing peacefulness. I am removing the faces from my rotating cabinet of illusions. I am accepting that I don’t have to approve in order for something to be true. I am reimagining my mornings and afternoons and evenings. I am observing the sticky little hands all over the sliding glass door. I am Continue reading
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Summer Untitled I
I was worrying about tomato seed stains, But then I realized I’ll miss them in a year. When I pull that onesie Out of the tote upstairs. Won’t it be lovely to remember the sun In their hair? Why would I wash out our imprinted time? As if it was a mistake. As if my Continue reading
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Ruminations on the Past Year Pt. 1
How do I become a regular human with a balanced ego and a healthy sense of self? For 8 years prior to my daughters birth, I felt like my entire identity hinged on the success at my job. The amount of money I earned, my promotions, my business trips, even the daily emails I’d send Continue reading
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Surrender
I’ve wrestled with whether or not to write this post for 29 days. Part of my recovery is honesty, but the voice in my head says “what will they think?” Will they think I’m an unfit mother? Hiding wine bottles in the back of my closet or a shot of Baileys in my coffee mug? Continue reading
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Philip the Fly Kid’s Coloring Book
Mark your calendars for next Tuesday 2/7/23! I’ll be launching my first ever coloring book based on popular Philip the Fly illustrations! Stay tuned for a special event announcement as well! I’ll be doing a live read along and coloring activity at a local book store. More deets soon! Continue reading
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Philip the Fly Ebook Ready for Purchase!
Ebook version went live today! Physical copies should be ready to order Friday 1/6/23. Stay fly and order that book for the kid or kid at heart in your life! Continue reading
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#TankaTuesday 1.3.23
Fresh like a diaper On a clean baby’s bottom. This year will be my Opportunity to scrub Old dirt from my life’s corners. Continue reading
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Winter Meditation
We watched splinters shiver Towards the sun, perched Like juniper berries thirsting heat. “Even the birds are confused”, I said. Perhaps I should exchange flowers Or myself there, But its easier to blame The bird-brained for My own uncertainty. I am finite So unlike The sunlight gleaming On a raven’s feathers. Unfettered, Our cilia dance Continue reading
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The Boardwalk
Carnival Games Pit, pat, pit, pat, the clap of the man’s feet matched the rhythm of the tide. His shoes sunk into the grains of sand. When he turned around, he could catch a glimpse of the waves claiming the prints as their own. The sky matched the cotton candy he’d sold earlier in the Continue reading
About Me
Hoosier. Mother. Wife. Writer. Capricorn. Friend. Human Being.
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