Like My Mother

She was so much more than I’ve allowed myself to remember. Death is a great mystery – the ultimate hurt or the most welcome redemption. Hers fragmented my heart, the wound obliterating it from merely broken to irreplaceably shattered; for ten years now, the hurt left in the wake of her final days formed the…

What Holds You Back?

Have you ever stopped to contemplate that the thing which holds you back most in this world is you? Certainly this is my truth. Funny how I have such a hard time admitting it, however, when things do not seem to, ‘go my way’. Simple daily atrocities frequent my reality and cause feelings of dissatisfaction,…