A well-known fact about me is that I am an advocate that everyone should have access to safe food. A little-known fact about me is that I show my love for people by giving them delicious food. I think it started with my brother Eddy, his love of food was unmistakable. His eyes would get … Continue reading Tamales & Cookies
I went to go sit with my brother’s memory today, to sit in his home in an attempt to grasp at his memory, to cling to whatever I could to feel his presence and to tell him goodbye. But what I found instead was an empty shell of what used to be, all of his … Continue reading Eddy
What does it mean to hold space for yourself or someone else? Holding space for myself means to allow myself to experience whatever it is I am feeling without resistance. To become water in the intense feelings that recovering from trauma can create. Holding space for others means to allow them to feel whatever they … Continue reading Holding Space for Trauma
You never bought me flowers, but there were those moments where you made me feel like you would give me the stars if you could. Gifts of the physical nature were never something that you really understood. Yet I am surrounded by all of the things that you gave me. The beautiful, the horrendous, all … Continue reading 13-1000-1
Hello. How can one word carry so much weight? The unknown of the implication that might be lurking behind this salutation I am caught somewhere between butterflies and a rock in my stomach But curiosity wins, and I find that despite all the thoughts rushing through my head I return the greeting It comes out … Continue reading Oh, Love
Redefining who you are in the absence of another is much like cleaning out an attic. You find boxes filled with memories that cause you to stop, reminiscence and then put them away. All the while as I sift through the items I find that I am searching for deeper meaning in everything. I guess … Continue reading The Story
Have you seen my heart? Its dragging across the pavement in a capricious manner. As it is dragged it endures many scrapes and bruises yet still beats all the same. I can do nothing but wait for the rope to fray so that it can stop aching. Piece by piece I see parts of me … Continue reading Tin Can Heart
I sever these ties and watch them fall to the floor Strand by strand the bond grows weaker Desperately my soul clings to what was before And I grow bitter, sadder, and meaner My heart cries and my mind yells no Yet still here I sit cutting Bit by bit letting parts of you … Continue reading Erratic
Maybe you are meant to fights wars And I am meant to raise warriors The irony of two loving each other so much that you can see each other’s paths better than your own means you love them enough to let them go despite how much it hurts your heart But what I see now … Continue reading Maybe
As the moonlight seeps past the leaves and onto my porch, I feel you. I sit back and strike a match. The echoes of your laughter wrap up into the air around me and dissipate along with the smoke into the cool night breeze that still holds a tinge of winter. Solitude brings about the … Continue reading Full Moon Repeat
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