the sticky dread that never washes off

these are unedited and unfiltered thoughts that I don’t know where else to place. They are not witty or rehearsed…

when suffering follows

after two blissful years, where my body was free and my mind rinsed of the cortisol baths it once floated…

it’s almost a weird thing to have a realization. it feels a bit like tripping sometimes. then it feels a…

Dear Rob, Sitting in the middle of our life still together, bound so lovingly together, its a miracle I guess.…

One of my super powers is my ability to move on easily. From things, from people, from past experiences. I’m…

Middle of the wayMiddle of the roadin the middle of somethingthat’s how it goes.It’s the middle of the nighton the…

For my more consistent, loyal readers, you might recall that Rob and I visited Asheville to celebrate our Baby Moon…

I was once a very young, very good rider. I was horse obsessed from the very beginning, day dreamed about…

This post is the second and final installment of our quick trip to Denver together; if you haven’t read part…

Let it be known that anytime Rob asks me if I want to go see a band play, my answer…