I had an amazing coffee date today with a similar soul. We were discussing our paths and journeys towards enlightenment and our purpose here on this Earth. Our conversation got around to the feminist movement at one point, and my friend expressed that she wasn’t fully on board with it because she felt there was…

I walk up to the cold iron bar Standing over it, hot and sweating Feet planted, looking straight ahead The burden of putting this over my head weighs on me.   Burdens are illusory. We perceive heaviness that isn’t really there. All that is required to get that weight out of the way is practice…

Every time I attempt to write about politics, what I want to write about is love. Love is the reason I care about politics. To me, our politics are representative of our morals and beliefs. There is no bigger forum with which to take a stand than on how policy affects people. Republicans and Democrats…

I sit on the couch looking straight ahead. Not really looking but just staring into space. That void is there again…that weird dull familiar ache. It is the feeling of another failed attempt at a relationship. I am forty this year. I don’t feel it. My body shows the signs, but my mind is stuck…