My thoughts

Spring has sprung!

And after the winter we just had, it is a welcome blessing.

Letting go

the year 
i became a number
and a face
everyone recognized
but no one knew
not even me
who knew less
than nothing
of the woman
buried inside

a turning point
that year
that was
really more
than a year

the year i lived
on peanut butter,
mail call,
visiting day

the year i sank 
into the deep muck
of depression,
fears and fate

the year when
i felt i wasn't
entitled to smile
or dream

the year when
the darkness settled
and waters
became clear
and deep

the year i learned
that hope is blue
like a springtime sky
and prayer is purple
bold and royal
and everywhere

the year 
i was just
a number

the year 
i became
ME
who was
always hidden
inside.

This was by far the most difficult interview I’ve ever done.

Lisa Montgomery is my friend. She doesn’t have a lot of friends and I want people to know another side of her…

I have received dozens of letters from women I’ve never met. They all say the same thing: “that could have been me.”

Six word stories have been all the rage lately. It all started with Hemingway’s For Sale. Baby Shoes. Never Worn.

Here is my six word story…