Category Archives: Big Thinks

In the Quiet Spaces

some people when they hear your story. contract. others upon hearing your story, expand. and this is how you know  ~ Nayyirah Waheed   It’s been over seven months since I came out.   Long enough to cry a few … Continue reading

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It’s Not You, It’s Me

I just got dumped. It’s not exactly what you might think. But it feels close. Continue reading

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My No-Trump Vote

There is no room in our White House for a misogynistic bully who degrades and shames and destroys women and who, by example, makes it acceptable for others to do the same. Continue reading

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The Memoir

“Writing this memoir has been a journey into myself, into the deepest depths, into the abyss. At times, it’s felt as if I’m peeling skin from muscle, the pain is so intense. But I know on the other side, I will reassemble into a new and different form. A reawakening from an unraveling.” Continue reading

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46

I’m sliding gently into 46 today with coffee and contemplation. My birthday is a time in which I find myself reflective, introspective, even a bit melancholy. Don’t get me wrong… aging doesn’t concern me. I’m learning to love myself and … Continue reading

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Face to the Sun

I let go today. It had become a toxic relationship, this one, serving neither of us. So after twenty-four grueling hours of angry words and misunderstandings and unfounded accusations, I kissed it goodbye, wished it well, and released it. After … Continue reading

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When We Were Young

We lived at Chris’s family farm, the three of us. Sam was the 6th generation Willis to inhabit the 100-year-old farmhouse. We tore out old ceilings, built bigger closets, painted every surface that could be prepped and sanded. We sang … Continue reading

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