Rewriting Our “Ish-Tastic” Stories Pt 2

Read: Rewriting Our “Ish-tastic” Past Pt. 1 Here It’s OK that our stories are not in a neat and tidy packages. Writing a new ending requires vulnerability first, owning the truth, and then allowing it to transform us. What I mean by that is that our stories don’t have to end when the lights go … Continue reading Rewriting Our “Ish-Tastic” Stories Pt 2

Rewriting Our “Ish-tastic” Past Pt. 1

Last week, I wrote a two-part series about Friendship, which focused on the concept that vulnerability leads to courage. As I have thought more about some of the messy, painful parts of my own story; the parts that leave me feeling exposed, I realized that although I am not unique, the journey I have taken … Continue reading Rewriting Our “Ish-tastic” Past Pt. 1

“Badassery” Friendships Pt 2

Read Badassery Friendships Pt 1 Here Until I met HER! I’ll admit, I was completely taken aback by her at first. I mean, after all, she introduced herself to me as, “I’m not a stalker, I promise, but I know you from Facebook. I recognized you by your hair”. I am sure you can picture … Continue reading “Badassery” Friendships Pt 2

“Badassery” Friendships Pt. 1

As an introvert, I like to pretend I’m a badass; more in my head than in reality, mind you. I think it’s a worthy adjective for those people living life “up here”, not afraid to boldly speak the truth-- in love, of course, and even if they fear rejection, they risk being vulnerable with others. … Continue reading “Badassery” Friendships Pt. 1

Nostalgic or Transfomative; Our Stories Are Powerful

Some moments spent over coffee have been filled with joy, celebration, and school-girl giggles while others have been burdensome and even life-changing, and every emotion and situation in between. Coffee (and sometimes wine and sometimes tequila, but mostly coffee) is the perfect pairing to share life and stories between friends. It is forever imbedded in … Continue reading Nostalgic or Transfomative; Our Stories Are Powerful

From Where I Stand

I’ll never forget those dark eyes, never. If I close my eyes now, 17 years later, I can still see them. I can still see the spacing of his lashes and prominent pupils due to the shadowy-dim light. His girth suffocated me as my face was pushed into the all-weather carpet, burning its roughness onto … Continue reading From Where I Stand

Wondrously Known

While running errands on a cool dusk evening in late September, I noticed an older bedraggled gentleman hunched over, shakily holding onto one side of his walker, while attempting to a hold his large cardboard sign for passer-byers to see with his gnarled fingers of the other. As I rounded the corner, I saw that … Continue reading Wondrously Known