Note: This can be a touchy subject. The very last thing I want to do is bring any shame to it. This is not about drawing conclusions or saying what is right and wrong. These are thoughts and questions based …
Tag: love
Apologies
I’ve been volunteering at DMCW for 9 months now and when you’re a staff volunteer, you see the same people come through every week. First, you get to know names and faces. Then you learn things like how Stanley takes …
Real
This is a thank you letter to the people who refuse to hold back their emotions in public. They might make some people uncomfortable, but I am not one of those people. I freaking love them for it because they …
7 Things Sunday
A couple of years ago on Superbowl Sunday, four words came out of my mouth that changed everything. I moved back to Des Moines this weekend and in the process of packing up my belongings I found all my old …
Appetites
I started to read the book It Starts With Food. This was written by the people who brought on the Whole30 craze that you hear about everyone and their dog doing. Part of the book discusses how sugary, salty, delicious, shitty …
Just give me a candy heart.
Her armor is thin. She knows how this ends: the delicate ones bend. Oh God, thicken her skin when its arrows they send. She’s boarding up the door. She knows how this ends: trusting and expecting unearths the worst. Oh …
Longing pt. 1
I long to share and break bread. For rectangular tables with rows of strangers-turned-friends. To hear the sound of forks scraping on plates and inebriated laughter hovering in the air. For the day’s worries to dim like the light and …
Getting it
Do you ever say you’re going to do something and then notice that the universe seems to be holding you accountable to what you said you were going to do? All of the sudden you find yourself in those fight …
October 17
When Love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you, believe …
Untitled
I was ten. I was running through the sprinkler in my underwear. Blades of grass stuck to my skin. My body was long and lean, void of any curvature. It was whole and mine. It allowed me to do backbends …
