Bruised

Dating is such a frustratingly painful process. And maybe that’s just for me because I allow myself to feel completely, but even the most cordial of endings still leaves me sad and bruised. I’m so tired of being the girl for good times and casual conversations, and not the girl for getting serious with. I’m tired of feeling like it’s me, that I’m the one … Continue reading Bruised

The privilege of loving

They say you shouldn’t return back to your old home before at least nine months after you move. But I received the opportunity to go back to Seattle at four months in, and I couldn’t pass it up. So, I booked the flights, got Ginger settled at her boarding facility, and headed west for four days. As I sit on the plane on the flight … Continue reading The privilege of loving

Choices vs. Fate vs. Something Bigger

Sometimes I wonder if I’m being primed for something. I wonder if my life has unfolded in this way because of a great, master plan, or was it all just a series of choices, like a pinball bouncing off various obstacles until it finds its final home. I have too much faith to believe that it’s all just random. I have to believe in something … Continue reading Choices vs. Fate vs. Something Bigger

My relationship with….me

This post has been brewing around in my mind for the past couple of weeks, but I haven’t had the guts to really sit down and try and sort through it in writing. My relationship with myself has been a very long, very tumultuous road. And I don’t think I’m even half-way through. But when I pause and look back, I can see growth and … Continue reading My relationship with….me

Writer’s block

For the past several months, I’ve sat down at various times and pulled out the laptop, opened up my site and stared at a blank page for an hour, then meandered on to other social media in an effort to ignore the block in my head. I hate writer’s block. Mostly because my head will feel full (don’t laugh) and yet I can’t get anything out leaving … Continue reading Writer’s block