Authentic Encouragement from One Weirdo to Another

Dear Ninja Mom, Defeated Dad, Trophy Wife, Lonely Surv;vor,

Still Here, Diffused, Guilt Holder, One in a dark place, That

girl whose brain never stops spinning, Giver, Lover, Exhausted from life,

Special Parent, Bonus Parent, God Questioner, Personal-History Hider,

Masked, Down and Out…..

this blog is for you!

Integrating memoir-style-stories and poetry with hope and encouragement for the weary.

Have you ever heard a song, a love or loss song, a blues song, a hymn … that buckled your knees … because your full load of pain tips and soaks you?  Would you say the song healing?  Maybe, you felt the safety of understanding; recognition of the depth; the sense someone sees you?  

Like a song, I dream your pulse beats with mine. I spill my words hoping you feel embraced, seen, understood.  I want to hold the hurt for you, just for a while.  Find the hope and light you remain on this planet to find.  Allow me to trade you. Ditch your dark.  Try on more.  I promise there is more.  Grab and taste safety

and freedom. 

If something I say bothers you, add a bookmark in your brain and skip a few pages. You can go back if you want.  You are worthy of safety.  You are worthy of understanding. 

Embrace the weirdness or ignore it.  Either way, know this: in telling flashes or short life snippets, I breathe and you breathe. You can fast-forward, rewind, jump in, or read through. I share this collection, this window to me, hoping you feel SEEN in some way as I invite you to SEE me.