The Wisdom Jar

The Wisdom Jar

If life is about the journey and not about accomplishments or achievements, then we deserve – and need – to make sure the journey is as beautiful as possible.

Why I’m Done with ‘Should’

It’s interesting to me to hear people talk about words that they hate.  Most people seem to have an issue with moist (I don’t, but I get it).  Or overused buzzwords like synergy that sometimes seem to lose all meaning when spoken aloud. I have a deep, long-standing issue with the word should. Even writing … Continue reading

Changing the Pattern

It’s funny how what you really need will show up clearly if you just stay open to it.  When I was first planning this sabbatical, I would have told you that I wanted time off to write.  To try and sell my first book and to get started on the second.  And I have been … Continue reading

Here When It Hurts

I am not afraid of your pain. I can sit here comfortably with it, seeing you just as you are. It breaks my heart to see you hurting this way, but I am okay with that, too. Sometimes there is peace in it, if you feel it gently.  Sometimes there is more hurt in trying … Continue reading


They see a beautiful portrait An illusion of grace They don’t see snapping jaws or clashing fangs They see what the monster makes   She’s always kind and generous Unless you really know; The cauterization of her pain Happens so far deep below   Perfection and criticism run before The hungry greed of anger On … Continue reading

The Wisdom Jar

The Wisdom Jar

I’m really excited to present The Wisdom Jar – a new project that I’m starting just to capture little pieces of truth as I uncover them.  These won’t always show up on Wednesdays like the blog posts and creative writing, but they’ll show up whenever they strike me.  Feel free to write back and share … Continue reading

The Voices

Sam woke in the dark to the beeping of her alarm insisting that it was, indeed, morning.  She couldn’t prove it by the 5:30 AM sky in February, though.  She woke with the pain already inside her. Her body ached over the idea of just one more hour of sleep, but her mind was strict, … Continue reading