Here’s to a Beautiful New Year!

Months of self-doubt, self-hate, and self-destruction culminated in a total catharsis for me this summer. I spent the first half of 2014 thinking I wanted something different –something greater– than what I had, and I nearly risked everything to achieve an “independence” I thought I needed for validation of my worth. What I nearly did,…

“The Liar” – a poem for Jamie Croom.

You were a tailor, wearing suits of crafted tales, woven lies, snug and warm, of the finest filigree, no less. You were a magician, pulling stories from your breast, blooming blossoms of perfumed petals, to hide the rabbit in your hat. You were a performer, contorting and reshaping before my eyes, a languid, flexible figure,…

People Come, People Go

At thirty years old, I am constantly learning how little I know. I must frequently face my own nescience and come to terms with the fact that there is always someone smarter, always someone more creative, and always – ALWAYS – someone more talented that will beat me in every battle. With this recurring dose…

Marriage

One of the things I’ve learned after nearly six years of marriage is that it’s not always perfect. It’s rarely the beautiful, singing-hand-in-hand-while-skipping-into-the-sunset sort of thing, despite what Hollywood would make you think. More often than not, marriage is a series of compromises, discussions, concessions, and sometimes full on pout-outs [primarily by the lady, I’m…

Thank you.

I’ve realized today that someone very dear to me has chosen to remove themselves from my life. They haven’t said it, but I’ve grown to sense a progressive distance forming between us. The communications have run dry, the open door has gradually shut. It’s been happening slowly for weeks but I pretended not to notice,…