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Small Things Are Loud

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 I remember one time Main had so much on his plate that I didn't know how to help him. There wasn't anything I could do "for" him. He had to do all the things. And he was like me in the sense that when there's so much, we don't know where to begin. He needed a way to prioritize and visualize his tasks. I knew I needed to do something to help him. So, I cut up pieces of paper into squares and wrote one thing on each piece. I took the pieces to him and helped him prioritize them. It was a small gesture to help, but the least and maybe even the most that I could do at the time. He could visualize all he had to do, and now they were in order by importance. There was another time, in the very beginning of our relationship when I was preparing for an art show. I had so much work to do, but he couldn't paint anything for me. He helped me wire some of the paintings, but he couldn't put any paint on the canvas. At least I didn't want him to, because I felt ...

The “D” Word

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I’ve been avoiding the “D” word. I realize sometimes the only way through something is to speak/write about it. Death is the only thing in life that is guaranteed, Yet it’s so surprising  And so painful! It’s the only “fair” thing in life Because everyone will receive it. Death may be the only thing that makes perfect sense, But leaves us so confused, So lost. We all know it’s coming, But question why. Why so soon? Why now? Why me? Why HIM? Emotions aside, Death is logical. It’s definite,  And so final In its physical form. None of us know for sure what happens after. We have created our own theories. More so to help us cope, To give us hope, That maybe we will see them again, Or that they are still here In a different form. Believing that makes the loss More bearable. But whatever you choose to believe, Just know one day it will be your turn, My turn, And what we do now is what matters Until then. I know Main lived his life to the fullest. He had no regrets. He showed love ge...

New Beginnings

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 Hair is worn as a crown by many, defining a certain level of beauty based on length, color and straightness. For centuries, we have adhered to this standard, and cutting our hair has become a symbol of freedom or rebellion even.  " A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life .” Coco Chanel I've cut my hair several times during my life, but there are three major times that I remember doing a very drastic cut. The reasoning for the first time is sort of blurry, but I was in college and that should be enough reason. College is that time during our lives where we are learning who we are and exploring many things, so drastic haircuts are normal.  The second time I remember distinctly because it was almost five years ago. My daughter had just graduated high school and I had a meltdown. I was a teenage mother and had a child my entire adult life. When she went off to college, I didn't know what to do with my life. I didn't take time to prepare for life without he...

Body Confidence

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Hey y'all, I hope you are doing well today. I just read a quote from Anne Lamott and wanted to share some of my personal experiences and thoughts.      " "Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you're 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written, or you didn't go swimming in those warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It's going to break your heart. Don't let this happen." I've struggled with weight my entire life, thinking it was a standard of beauty. My brother used to call me fat and ugly, among other names. I thought that's just what brothers did. Years ago I had a photo on social media and some guy commented "Nice face. Body needs work....