Lovelies, It’s been awhile, so I wanted to give a few updates. First, I could use all of your positive vibes–tomorrow my MN State Arts Board grant goes up for panel review–decisions will be announced in November. Receiving this grant would mean my second book, title TBA, would be published in 2019. Also, I’ve been… Continue reading Grants & Books, Books & Grants
When a white man unzips your skin and slips you on like a new leather jacket, and he proceeds to dance and sing while you are still shadowed in the corner, when the words are mixed in his mouth but come out clear, precise, you can’t help but remember. They do not see you or… Continue reading There is a difference between being offended and being injured because you are constantly silenced and invisible. Know the difference.
I am still in the fog of grief well into the afternoon when, post-nap, my youngest begs “up”. Mostly he wants to be nearer to the cupboard because the snack provided was not the snack he desired. I felt ashamed saying no to picking him up, but I feel so heavy already. The trouble is,… Continue reading Grief Fog
I try hard to value my days in any way they present themselves and be okay with the outcome. There are times, however, when things do not go as planned and it’s hard. Today was one of them. I had been planning, for weeks, to attend the MPWW Happy Hour/Gumball Poem Launch Party this evening… Continue reading On Disappointment
On Saturday we brought our youngest to his first kid’s birthday party at Grand Slam. The party started at 12:30 aka nap time so I was full-on prepared for meltdown city. He was out of his mind with joy. Climbing, jumping, running, and playing arcade games with dad. He was red-faced and sweaty. It was… Continue reading Sick and slow af
This weekend, while cleaning out the garage I discovered three, yes THREE, unopened boxes of Tiptoe and Whisper. I have been trying to shake the thoughts of failure (and more) since, but in fact I am still chagrined. The line between success and failure is thin and varied. To some, simply having published a book… Continue reading On Failure
This is an updated version of a letter I wrote in 2015. So many of these feelings are simply a part of me now. Loss becomes an accessory, perhaps one we never intended to wear, but there it is each morning and night. Maybe you take it off or put it down occasionally, but anniversaries… Continue reading For Kevin
I’m constantly thinking about and over-thinking all of the things I want to say. I’m constantly writing and deleting all of the things I want to write. Eventually, I just end up anxious and frustrated. There is never enough time. I don’t have the right space. The words just don’t come. If and when they… Continue reading On The Tip of My Tongue
Well folks, it’s January. Everyone has begun working on and many have already ended their resolutions. Everyone has their buzzword for the year and you know what, good for them. And you know what else? Good for me. Even though I didn’t make a resolution, I don’t have a buzzword and I still don’t have… Continue reading Happy New Year (and I really need it to be)!
The number of times I’ve thought about suicide in the past two days is dangerous. I am telling you this, dear reader, for two reasons: 1. Authenticity 2. Honesty. Two things that matter most to me when deciding who to keep around. I am honest and authentic, which means, according to me, I am a… Continue reading Shit, meet Fan