Skip to main content

look at me


Look at me. What do you see? Don't be hateful or worse--turn your eyes away. If you're lost for words, allow me to introduce myself.

I'm a phoenix breaking from the burning embers, rising with the ash. The boundless distances I've traveled were wrought with lessons, many ignored, luckily not all. There were times I was brave when I stayed; cowardly when I left. I've dealt out abuse, lies, excuses and overdrew on second, third, fourth chances. I forgave myself when no else did. Still, I stand in grace with love in my heart and an outstretched hand.

Look at me. Who do you see?



Popular posts from this blog

Minimalist Collage 2

 

Rosie & Marie, A Short Story

  Available on Amazon There are infinitesimal moments, milliseconds actually, when a decision is made and life takes an unexpected turn. For Rosie, it came while driving on the thruway, passing a double trailer, when, seeing the slight curve of the road ahead, she imagined how twisting winds and shifting weights of masses in motion could possibly blow the truck over, crushing her soft flesh and brittle bones into a confounding mass of crumpled metal that could never be put right.

Writing Then and Now, a Podcast

  Writing Then and Now