Holding Onto Ghosts

“I buried my feelings.” I had someone speak those words to me once… or twice… or several times.I never understood how digging a grave for living, breathing emotions was possible. How does one bury feelings that are so strong, you can feel them running...

The Gatekeepers of Our Stories

The mouth should have three gatekeepers: Is it true? Is it kind? Is it necessary?A wise friend of mine posted that saying on her social media page the other day. And it sat heavy on my brain for the remainder of the day and into the next. There are moments in our...

What’s in Your Crayon Box?

How well do we really know the people we’re loyal to and consider among our trusted friends? Have you ever said to yourself, “They’re not who I thought they were,” after you’ve invested your time, confidence, and belief in another person? People don’t usually reveal...

Beating Kryptonite

I was probably around the age of four the first time I remember being bullied. While my memories at that age are mostly vague, I remember that bad incident very clearly.My parents had one of the only swing sets in the neighborhood. It was nothing fancy. Two swings. A...