2 poems, 1 heartbeat. One traces the compass Mom slipped beneath my ribs; the other salutes Libbs on her 1st Mother’s Day. Love moves down the line, invincible.
Tag: healing journey
Nóttleysa, reflection without sleep
On nightless days, Memory feasts on my regrets. Nóttleysa weaves a web of every should’ve/could’ve I wear as armor. Follow the silk before the seams split.
“I Love You So”
I love you so. And I was so scared you wouldn’t love me back once you believed them. Did you?
Letting Go of the Life I Thought I’d Have
The older we are, the louder that “Shouldn’t I have _ by now?” voice gets. I confront that anxiety on my birthday and find new ways to celebrate myself as I am.
Memory is a Fickle Bitch
Memory is a fickle bitch, especially when the past fights being pinned down. But sometimes, a giant beach ball comes along to set it free.
Magic, Emotions, and Inherited Pain: Finding Self-Acceptance
What a sore tooth taught me about pain, self-worth, and why my emotions drive everything—from my magic system to my relationships.
O Me, O My: S’more Wallowing and Whingeing
I whinge worse than the backdoor hinge that guides my blind dog inside. Like my daddy before me, I wear my emotions like a second skin.
Messy Memoir: Mistrusting Memories
The hardest part of memoir writing isn’t the telling, but the fear of being judged. It’s a struggle to balance vulnerability with the risk of rejection.
PostScript: Blame the Alcoholic, Too (I Do)
Dad’s drinking made him a target. By 2020, Dad was too vulnerable, too ripe for the picking, and she just couldn’t resist the temptation.
Money Over Matter: Happiness vs. the Bottom Line
Dad gave up his dream so he could pursue the finer things in life; it made him miserable. Endless waiting, better days on the horizon, but never here.