Dearest reader, I am fortunate in many ways. One way is that I have the best friends on the planet. Hands down. Do not challenge me – you will lose! They have been there in the ups and downs and never waiver. I don’t care what season of my life I met them, they have stood by me. This March, for my birthday, I asked my dear friend Kelly to paint a goddess painting of me for me. I know, I know – I did what?! She’s a brilliant artist and I have many paintings by Kelly in my hous

April is National Poetry Month, so I always make sure to put some fun poetry-related events on my calendar during that time. I’ve been fortunate to have been a part of the Jacksonville (FL) Poetry Festival hosted by Hope at Hand and this year I taught a Free Verse Poetry class. People from all over the world joined me and were brave and vulnerable enough to share their freshly written poetry with me and the others on the video call. I was fortunate enough to hold three addi

Dear Reader, Writing has always been my way of saying, I was here. This mattered. When life fractures us, language becomes a bridge between what we feel and what we can survive. Poetry, especially, allows room for truth without explanation—it lets us speak without apology. Lately, I’ve found myself leaning into that more than ever. I am metabolizing grief and transmuting it into art—poems, songs, fragments of feeling that don’t always make sense until they land on the page. M

Spring always feels like a quiet invitation—to begin again, to soften, to step forward in ways we may have been holding back from all winter. As the days stretch a little longer and the light lingers just a bit more, I find myself reflecting on both where I’ve been and where I’m going. My music playlist has been steeped in melancholy these days. I’m going through a tough time and feel like I’m back in the liminal space . Back at book # 1! I can remember a little over a year