Unarmoring My Heart

It wasn’t until the death of my ex-boyfriend that I realized how strongly I had been guarding my heart. It should have been evident from my inability to find another partner, but I couldn’t see it. I had grieved the death of our relationship, the future we planned for ourselves, and his presence in my…

Frozen Words

Like an icicle hanging from the branch of a tree, your words have stayed and lingered and bit me as they clung. Love you. Miss you.  Want you. Need you. The base of the ice, where it anchors in my heart. Love me. Need me. Show me. Leave me. The dagger’s point, that clamors at…

Writing for Personal Growth

This misserinterese blog serves me in many ways.  It began as a way for me to write more – whatever that meant. I was being called to write.  As if out of nowhere, I was bitten by the writing bug and I needed to have more of it.  It consumed me.  And like any great…

The Amazingly Resilient Heart

He: Baby, I need to talk to you tomorrow night.  Can I come over after work? Me: Whatever it is, just tell me now. He: You aren’t going to like it. Me: Okay, now you really need to tell me.  What’s going on? He:  I don’t know what to do… I slept with this girl, she’s…