One Day I Cried

One day I cried For all the times I did not feel good enough… For failures and break-ups, Sliding scales and missed opportunities. Until one day I discovered That beneath the perceptions of lack, My heart was held In the tender palms of my own steadfast hands. A powerful muscle pumping courage through my tiny…

Letter To My Childhood Self

To the little girl with the freckles and the ponytail, I have a few things to share with you. As a child you were obedient, spontaneous, thoughtful, energetic, disciplined, cautious, eager to please, and stubborn in your “you-ness.” These are all traits that would describe you now, so you haven’t lost much…but there are a…