My Writing

RECLAMATION

There comes a point when anger isn’t something to push away.
It’s a companion, a punctuation mark, a necessary reminder.

Today I am reclaiming what is mine.
The stories, the sass, the truths that were twisted or borrowed or blurred.…

The Time Miami Changed Everything

Some nights, the air feels like it’s holding its breath.
Miami was like that for me, not the beaches, not the neon. The silence in the space between what happened and what I can tell you… just yet.

I’ve been …

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“Dating After 60: Send Wine, Not Weird Selfies”

Let me just say it:
Dating after 60 is like rummaging through a garage sale and hoping to find Fabergé.

We’re not out here looking for Prince Charming, we just want someone who isn’t charming his dentures out of a …

A Little More Me

There’s been a shift. Maybe you’ve noticed.

A different rhythm in the words. A slightly adjusted voice. A change.

That’s what happens when we evolve. When we let other tools into our toolbox, when we find new ways to say …

The Dice in My Hand

There’s something about the moment before the leap.

The space between inhale and exhale, when you’re holding the dice in your hand, whispering promises to the sky, hoping the universe is listening and hoping it’s kind.

I’ve been here before. …

THERE IS A PAIN PEOPLE DON’T TALK ABOUT

There’s a pain people don’t talk about.
 The pain that doesn’t leave bruises on the skin but carves itself into the heart.

I thought the worst was over the day I ran,when I finally escaped the life that could have …