It’s been awhile since I’ve written anything. Experiences have presented opportunity but I haven’t felt the same motivation. It felt difficult and stiff. Or perhaps, self-doubt entered the conversation. I’m not sure why. “Writer’s block?” Life? But then it occurred to me, and I reminded myself these penned thoughts and observations were never intended to be anything more than self-reflection - not the next New York Times bestseller. Why worry about a blog? The grammar, the se

"Lifes Etchings" Wrinkle lines that tears Don't erase. A bruise, a stitch, a brace. Not a sound I make, softly walking I fear the egg will break. Quietly, tiptoeing, I am safe. I hide, I shrink Alone, upstairs, I dare to think. TV volume low, closed captions on Trying to be invisible. Pause, listen, breathe. Footsteps approaching, stalking I prepare, I'm aware. Yelling, hurtful claims, threats. Praying for brevity, de-esclation A quick departure. Stay calm, stay quiet, no vo

Selfishly, I started writing for me. No one else, just an anonymous blog that would allow me to put thoughts to paper - well not paper, but tangible. An accountability that would push me to ask the hard questions. And I am trying. But it is harder than I imagined. Years of keeping everything inside have locked me up tighter than a drum. The "Really Difficult" posts have been abbreviated because as much as I try, I still can't let go. My heart races, my breathe quickens. My l