Family

  • Love

    It is a beautiful thing to know love. To feel it burning, aching, glowing; how I have known love is as small as an hour born of its grand, magnificent day. I have loved in many ways. Is there a… Continue reading

  • Parents

    To the parents. Sometimes it is hard. It is. It just is. Always remember the storms do pass. Always remember the softness and the sweetness, the rose beyond the grey. And we will grow them perfectly horribly beautifully. And all… Continue reading

  • Beautiful People

    To my beautiful people. I miss you. Like a lost piece of my soul, I miss you. Continue reading

  • A Story

    It smells like a roast but it feels like a story of love, of a garden, and of home. Continue reading

  • The Rose

    I wrote this poem for the beautiful father of my children, today. I wrote it on a white sheet of paper, using a fine tip pink pen and I left it beside a jar of soft pink roses on the… Continue reading

  • She

    She wished for peace and love. And dance parties. In the kitchen. Continue reading

  • Explore

    I’m sitting at a table with one kid beside me, and another kid beside the kid beside me. My kids. Precious and two (although given they are six and three years old— it sometimes feels as though there are ten… Continue reading

  • Beautiful Day

    I just wanted to tell you: today is going to be a beautiful day. That’s why I’m here, it’s the only reason I have in this moment. To tell you that, today, the sun shines outside and inside. Because I… Continue reading

  • They Call Me Love

    Here I am, they call me love. But how can a word hold all of me? This bliss that I am, they try to name. This sweetest dream, this golden life. This warm blue sea, a human wave. These always… Continue reading

  • Home

    Home is in this house. The quiet of my love for them. The dreams of my essence, racing into a fresh new world. Home, you are my refuge. Family, you are my home. Continue reading