a blizzard, an er, and a praying 4 year old

when my son was 4 years old he had a very bad asthma episode. for a couple of days i had been working with him to get him breathing with regular breathing treatments to no avail. finally, late one night he was wheezing and just so uncomfortable, i told him, “we have to go to…

only 42, 647 words to go

i still have no idea what this novel is about…but here’s an exert from today’s writing (warning it has nothing to do with today’s election): Alec’s green eyes met Roxie’s nearly black ones. The look on his face was one of longing and tenderness. Roxie realized this was not a game for him. He was…

Lessons I’ve Learned from Children

Children don’t often tell stories in a straight line. They give you fragments. Small pieces from different events dished out over time. As a therapist working with children it’s important to chronicle these bits so together with the kids in your care you can assemble the puzzle that brought them to you in the first…

squirrels in the sandbox (based on a true story)

screeching through the screen door there are squirrels in the sandbox i don’t know what to do there are squirrels in the sandbox don’t leave me out here alone it might eat me or worst give me fleas and bring its friends to eat up all my toys this is atrocious squirrels should know better…

i am an artist because my mother never told me to shut up

my mother never told me to shut up. i’m sure she wanted to and probably still does. on. a. daily. basis. but the truth is she never did tell me to shut up. not only did she not tell me to shut up when i talked she listened. and i knew she was listening because…

its complicated…til its not

in between the stanzas that is where you fit fingers caress keys and i drift inside the melodies that make up you and it is too much baring the weight of this desire against the despair that held me captive only yesterday   its so complicated wanting to want and needing the need of this thing growing inside of me to go a way but there…

Legend of the Sky Giants: A Fable for Langston

as told to Langston… Long long ago in the moment between the void and the earth’s formation, a battle brewed among the stars. Every star wanted to be ‘the‘ star. It was whispered among the stars, that to be ‘the’ star meant power. Power to warm planets. Power to give life. Power to grow living…

day 6

a dark night rises and in aurora colorado it is day six while we sit in our living rooms living a mother not yet in her 3rd decade plans a funeral and a six year old is lain to rest heroes mere fables leave us wondering about probabilities nursing old familiar wounds in our 1st world consciousness…

Some Birds Do Fly in the Rain

“THEY ALWAYS WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH ME!” she is shouting. She is sitting all of 3 feet away from me and although I have told her 4 times during this conversation that these are not walls but a cubicle with a door, she does not lower her voice. “Who? Who are you talking about?”…

Things that Cannot Be Undone

“I can’t do this.” He is driving the car. In the passenger seat, she turns and notices he has begun to cry. “What? What can’t you do?” Her hand is steady but her heart beats faster. “I just can’t do this…” he is shaking. “Pull over.” She looks out the window searching for a spot…