The process of healing my oldest wounds, began when I acknowledged a destructive habit: I was stuck in a web of delusional nostalgia; pining for what wasn’t, what I wish …Read More
Healing
Heal Me.
I used to say something foolish, that I’ve heard other people say, too: “True healers never call themselves healers. If they do, they’re not healers.” This is an irresponsible and …Read More
The Right Thing: Saying Goodbye.
Class started at 5PM. I got there early, so I could sit outside and read. I have many half-read works on my shelves, because, I become distracted by the happenings …Read More
You Are Lotus.
I planned to swim laps after work yesterday, but I made a hard left into a strip mall and ended up at nail salon. My feet were cracked and dirty …Read More
Divorce is a Verb.
“How long have you been divorced?” My answer’s rote: separated for almost six years, divorced for four and a half. Until now, I’ve considered my divorce a noun. Aside from …Read More