Category: women

The Ghosts Still Find Me

The ghosts still find me. They don’t need directions.They know where I am. They find me in dreams,where the dead are inconveniently alive again,where I can hear a voiceI haven’t heard in yearsand for one glorious, cruel momentforget that I cannot hear it anymore. They find me in […]

The Bitters of Moving On

Sometimes moving on feels less like healingand more like drinking something you really, really don’t want to drink. When you’ve been wronged,there are bitters. A strong aftertaste.A little bitterness on the tongue.A memory that keeps reminding you: Oh yes. That happened. And then there is the perfectly human […]

The Border of Grief

Autumn is the cusp of darknesswhen the days grow shorterand the trees begin letting go. But it isn’t winter yet. Perhaps grief is like that. I have lost so many.Some far too young.Some who should still besending ridiculous emails,making me laugh,walking through the worldas if they had all […]

The Minefield of Karma

Do you believe in karma? Perhaps karmadoesn’t always arriveas punishment. Perhaps sometimesit arrives as a person. A person who doesn’t love you enough.Who doesn’t listen carefully.Who touches you carelesslyor doesn’t touch you at all.Who makes you questionwhether you are asking for too muchwhen all you are asking foris […]

I love chasing connections

What are your favorite 5 apps on your phone? Is there such a thing as a favorite app? I suppose there is a difference between favorite and frequently used. Gmail and X are probably my most frequently used apps. Which doesn’t necessarily mean I love them. It may […]

Haunted by past mistakes

What’s the most annoying trope in books or movies? Gosh. I don’t know. There are so many contenders. But lately, after binge-watching an entirely unreasonable amount of BritBox, I’m noticing a pattern. The female detective who is slightly off. Odd. Socially uncomfortable. Probably lives alone. Sees patterns no […]

I Loved You Until I Didn’t

I loved youuntil I didn’t until I couldn’t. There’s a difference. One is a quiet dimming,like a room at dusk.The otheris a circuit breaking;sparks, smoke,the unmistakable smellof something inside meburning out. Loving you meantlearning to disappearin plain sight. It meanthating myselfin small, socially acceptable waysthe kind no one […]