Sages & Pages

Earlier this month, I had a phase. One I'm deeply familiar with, where focus becomes almost impossible, and the effort to do so taxed me....

Today is June 21st, 2023, it's the summer solstice here in the northern hemisphere. 32 years ago, my 42-year-old adopted mother died in a...

It starts out so simple and the first face you see you can't really see, you more sense them. And they usually weep at the joy and...

I long for a body that was never harmed That didn't recoil from violent words and rough hands Shrinking in fear of being seen I long for...

I no longer want to change my past or my life. This blanket that's been knitted now brings me comfort. Even when others added...

After I posted my original 'One Day Angeleen' reflection, life has totally changed and I'm a completely different person with so much...

I chose to embrace the parts of myself that disgust me. The parts where I judge and hate and snicker. The parts where I slice and dice my...

As I've started putting my writing out there I have noticed how critical I can be. And how uncomfortable it is asking for followers,...

From my house, I heard the murmur of Highway 77. The cars talking to each other in a constant tone. For a moment I felt guilty for...

How grateful to be part of this tapestry one small thread that remains after death May it reflect love well may it be a story to tell...

62 degrees and I'm not thinking of my memories Now all I feel is a warm breeze after a winter freeze and the birds in the trees The blue...

Thank you for the clouds and the air and the breaths that it bears Thank you for the rivers and the trees and the strength that they see...

For someone who writes others' adoption stories mine is significantly absent. This is because, like many adoptees, I struggle with...

"But she's not Black!" I overheard my White adopted mother proclaim to my White stepfather after a visit from "concerned' neighbors...

Silence with closed eyes Leads to a memory of violence I sit until I need you again The safe hands of a friend Standing in the shower...

That winter when the snow didn't seem to stop. Pushing from the sky and concealing the ground in layers, we had each other. You can't...

Giving myself permission to be the person I want to be, aka plans for the next 365 days.

The shift from striving into aspiring seems subtle in words but is large in impact.

What does identity mean and what purpose does it serve? I keep thinking of the identities we give ourselves and the ones others give to...

I sit, holding myself Trying to comfort and find hope to soothe the pain out of me Pain and joy erupt from deep inside enveloping waves...