I’m a full-time creative writer who, on Medium, is focused mainly on Creative Nonfiction, Fiction, and Personal Essay. I am also the founding editor of Found In My Journal. Currently, I am a Top Writer in Ideas, and Short Story.
I’ve selected a handful of published stories as a representative…
Forgiveness is hard, whether it’s someone who hurt us, or whether the true forgiveness we need is with ourselves. The actual truth about forgiveness, however, it’s always about ourselves — gifting ourselves freedom from the poison of resentment.
I’ve toiled in addiction and trauma recovery for years. There have been…
Ocean air dances gentle steps
light salty kisses on waking cheeks
new day possibilities of hope
arrive by smells of life
dead alive somewhere in between
washed random upon rocky shores
Clouds mingle becoming one
magic drops suspended in airy magic
floating life drifts high above
could rain here or there
falling dripping pounding…
I love you. I didn’t want to.
In the lightening-bolt moment I first saw you, I recoiled, terrified by intense feelings of something both frightening and beautiful. An uncomfortable feeling of my tired heart opening again like a rusty, creaking door dragging across a scarred, uneven floor of past heartbreak…
Lost to life’s circle
where life and death
spread across winds of time
long short love loss family
bread crumb memories
left behind to sustain
everlasting love through grief
Squeezing human life
until time rings the bell
announcing finality of life
long loud fading silence
sad goodbyes lingered
until love came home
to comfort and…
Pain — trauma’s lasting curse
It drips from eyes dark brown
traces moist footprints
over soft cheeks and gentle chin
falling slow motion away
It passes through fingers soft
painting raw pictures
on white pages and blinking screen
singing whispers of sorrow
It escapes lips pursed…
In the subtle winds whispering
to fluttering leaves
your gentle voice speaks truth
beautiful, ugly, but always real
In the soft raindrops cleansing
the dusty flowers
your essence of life washes lies
chilly, warm, but always honest
In the loud thunder screaming
for deafened ears
your pleas and howls offer love
I’ve done many dumb things in my life. In part because of an admitted, oversized ego, predisposed to suggest I know best what’s right for me. Fine, if true, but also I’m mentally ill, which is most often manageable… by educated, licensed professionals.
They’re called Doctors.
I am not one…
When I saw Found In My Journal’s 2nd writing prompt for September regarding our relationship to social media, I knew I had to respond. Yes, it’s a tongue-in-cheek rant, but I’m doing it anyway.
Some people aren’t smart enough for unprotected Social Media.
I’m tired of watching them stagger around…