I chose joy as my word many years ago. And it mattered. At the time, joy felt like something to fight for. To protect. To defend from people and circumstances that were very willing to take it. But joy changes. Especially in January. January is not a neutral […]
Way before the sun rose,I looked out beyond the treesand the gray mist, soft and merciless,wrapped around everything.A quiet reminder that some absencesnever really leave,they just learn to settle in the cornersof our breath. I didn’t realize how much it would hurt.How much I would missthe feelings that […]
Some people claim a day.Some people claim a week.I, being a New Yorker with a flair for the dramatic, claim a month for my birthday. A whole 30-day festival of me. I highly recommend it. In my generous spirit, I also allow others to have a birthday month.Whether […]
In my dreams,I am always packing.Suitcases lined up like soldiers,zippered mouths strainingwith clothes I’ll never wearto places I never quite reach. I set out,but the road splinters into side streets,detours,barriers that flash like neon reminders:“Not today.”And so I stumble off-rampafter off-ramp,carrying too much,getting nowhere. The ghosts wait for […]
“Personal tragedy has ways of focusing us in ways other things can’t.”Congressman Joseph Morelle, NY, recently said this, and oh boy, is that ever true. Focus isn’t always a calm, zen-like, candlelit process. Sometimes it’s a zap. A kick in the gut. A cruel nudge from the universe […]
Back in the waning days of 2024, when everyone was busy posting their “new year, new me” declarations, I quietly chose my word for 2025: soar. Not strut. Not survive. Soar. Bold, huh? And with that lofty verb came three promises to myself: “Connect, Cook, and Cast a […]
There’s a certain kind of song that punches you right in the feels. I’m talking Coldplay’s “Hymn For The Weekend” — (“Put your wings on me”) — and of course, the iconic Bette Midler “Wind Beneath My Wings.” Go ahead, roll your eyes. It’s okay. They’re the kind […]
Sitting in a vat of trauma, I soak in memories etched deep, The echoes of a thousand cries, Breaking through the walls of sleep. Walking in the footsteps of pain, Each step heavier than the last, The path is worn, the ground is hard, By the burdens of […]
What makes you feel nostalgic? January comes with whispered hope, A fresh start, they say, a clean slate. But I’ve learned that baggage has wheels— It rolls right along, not caring for dates. The trees are bare, their arms outstretched, Yet they hold no answers in the cold. […]
What’s your favorite month of the year? Why? January used to be one of my favored months. It held the promise of new beginnings, fresh starts, and the excitement of a year brimming with possibility. There was something about the crisp, cold air and the blank slate of […]
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