Oct 10 2015

twists and turns


and a handle

to hold







Oct 3 2015

freckles and age spots


sags and wrinkles


hanging on





Sep 19 2015

mini skirt


after much


she decided

to go with

the scarf





Mar 14 2015




my version

of friends


high places


Nov 16 2013


A good word to describe what I’m feeling just now as I navigate my way through a medical system that seems to work in all ways backward.

Frosted as in, “That really frosts my cookies.”

Which is a phrase that makes me laugh, and I have no idea what it really means, but the fact that it makes me laugh is enough.

For now.

Because if I don’t laugh, I’m going to cry. Or yell.

Now, who wants a cookie?




Mar 2 2013




it really is better

to bend a little


Feb 28 2013

postcard from the edge

Dear February,

I’m turning my back and you, and I won’t be peeking over my shoulder as I walk away, so don’t wait for me.

It’s not me, it’s you. No, really, it’s YOU.

I know I’m not supposed to hold grudges, and I’ve tried hard to be forgiving, but you, well, let’s just say no one would ever accuse you of being bubbly. Or sunshiny. Or heartwarming.

You are one long, cold, grey night and that’s the truth of it.

Oh, I tried warming up to you, I built you fires and brought you flowers and attempted to sweeten you up with chocolate.

But you refuse to crack, all encased in the ice you wear so proudly, thinking you’re so cool.

And yes, I know that March may not actually be a step up, he’s really more like a slide on over, but he has more heart than you, anyone can see that.

Goodbye February. I wish I could say it was good while it lasted, I wish I had been able to transcend my bitterness.

In the end, I got cold feet.

Because you stole all my shoes.

So go on now, wrap yourself in that dirty, used-to-be-white jacket and find yourself another girl.

I hope you can find one that loves you more than I did.

Good luck with that.





Aug 11 2012

slow and easy


the snail days

of summer


Jun 23 2012

now this…


i will

stop for


May 5 2012

just one kiss away



a whole