Who Is My Neighbor?

This is the question Jesus was asked when He called us to "Love your neighbor as yourself"; He replied with the story of the Good Samaritan.* *If by chance, you're not familiar let me bring you up to speed: a man lay in a ditch, injured, robbed, possibly unconscious. He had been left for dead.…

July

Mid-July. Until almost precisely around this time last year, I lived a whole other life. Reality had yet to take me by the cheeks and turn me to look closely at the state of disarray my relationship was in (the fact that after all these times, it’s not going to work this time…)So many sit-downs,…

*Holy, Blinking Star*

My first introduction to Andrea Gibson was this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gsUp6Wd_o8I https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gsUp6Wd_o8I It found me in the earlier days of my kiddo M's transition. The lonely, fraught, and confused earlier days. There was no manual back then (that I was aware of, anyway) for parents of transgender kids; I didn't know anyone else with a trans…

Born On a Thor’s Day

I was born in the middle of a storm, By the same mother who would Rush us down to the basement At the first rumble of rain: . Take cover under an old mattress, The sky may be falling; Today could be the end of days. . And yet somehow she found The courage to…

More Lessons in ‘AND’

Nobody tells you that making the right decision can feel eerily close to making the wrong one. They don’t tell you how choosing yourself can hang as heavily on your ribcage as never being chosen at all. No one talks about how walking away can hurt your heart as much as being left behind. It’s enough…

Manifesto of Myself, iv

Lily of the valley breathes heavy against my open window While banana bread blankets the house in the smell of comfort. Starlings sing “try again, try again;” “It’s another chance to be your own friend.” / I am choosing me (Even when it hurts like hell) I am choosing my needs (Even though I want…

Boiling Point

I’m sitting under my soft blue blanket, No pants on, My laptop warm against the tops of my legs; . Willing this wine to relax me Enough to let my thoughts flow Easily enough to write something, .. To find my way back To the Writer Who Was - Two years ago, three, four. ...…

Sundown Over Sunday

I've never been a fan of Sundays, but living alone has me disliking them even more.The anxious slide of the day toward a new week, the butcher's list of household chores I couldn't tackle by myself, the heavy lonesome of nowhere reassuring to lay my head - it all wraps me in a unique sense…

A Pot of Possibility

One of my favorite things to make in the kitchen is soup. Broccoli cheese soup, chicken and gnocchi; new recipes, old standards. I love all the different flavors and the way it warms you from the inside out like a long, snug hug. I love the meditative mode it puts me in. I put on…

Reclaiming Expectations: Welcoming 2025

I had so many plans for ringing in the new year last night: Year Ahead tarot reading for myself, watching a movie from start to finish, calling a friend or two, planning and envisioning the year ahead.Instead, I made a pizza (from scratch, mind you! I’ll give myself that credit where it’s due!), talked on…