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I am a woman Meant to create Care for and nurture To see the needs of others Your weaknesses Your volnerabilities. To turn them into strengths Bringing out the potential in others Even if it means Throwing you to the fire Even if it means Calling in the wolves Showing you of what you're capable Raising you into your strength Pulling out your character So that when you look in the mirror You see what we see Your potential Realized.

AfteAfterr I lit the wick, the flame bounced around as if it were debating whether or not to go out. I glared at the wayward flame; it recovered quickly, obeyed and began to sway to its own rhythm within the lamp. I closed the lamp feeling proud of myself, and wiped my hands on the apron of my dress. The apron was a recent addition to my wardrobe. If I came home with a soiled dress, Mother would forbid me from accompanying Father again. The thought of what that would do to ou

I heard the waves crashing on the shore. All of my admittedly abysmal survival training has told me to go toward water. Civilization was always on the water. Breaking through the tree line didn't bring me to civilization; it brought me to him. On a beach, getting ready to row out to his sailboat anchored out in the bay. "Jesus," Ian had looked up to see what racket was coming out of the woods. He dropped the ore and rushed over to me. "Bindi, what in God's name...we've been l

"Do you ever wonder why the birds fly like that?" Lilly asked, pointing up to the sky. A flock of white dipped and soared overhead. Probably pigeons, Sedric guessed. The two were lying on the hill watching clouds go by like they had when they were youngsters. Sedric chewed on the grass in his mouth for a thoughtful moment and asked, "What do you mean?" The two were an odd pair. Lilly, a noblewoman lying sprawled on the ground in an expensive gown made of fine silk. Sedric, a

There's a song that's been living in my head lately — The Matrix by Nathan. There's a spoken word piece in it that stopped me cold the first time I heard it: "You don't chase the dream, you embody the dreamer. You don't chase love, you become love's resting place. And everything shifts. Not because the world changed, but because your point of view did. You are no longer climbing the mountain. You're realizing you are the mountain. Instead of asking 'what should I do to become

It seems like nothing is going right for me today. I boiled over my daughter's hot chocolate because I was trying to write. When I finally got settled and moving, she spilled it all over herself. The whole scalding cup of it. There's something missing from an article I'm trying to write, but I can't figure out what it is. My brain isn't focusing well enough to even begin to try and figure it out. So I pivoted and tried to start a piece of microfiction, but the moment I put pe

I’ve always been interested in what language reveals—not just what it communicates. Before writing became something I shared publicly, it was a way of understanding myself. A way of slowing thought down long enough to notice patterns. A way of listening to what didn’t surface in conversation or conscious reflection. What I learned, over time, is that writing doesn’t simply express what we know.It shows us what we’ve been circling. My work sits at the intersection of writing

Survival. That was my only focus as I drove myself forward through the trees. My survival. Every organism on this planet has a drive to live at any cost. From predators of the north to the parasites that inhabited their hosts. Hell, even sickness and disease had a drive to survive through spreading from host to host. Survival was also driving the humans who were chasing me just now. To them, either they survived, or I survived. So I ran. Eager to prove them wrong. The funny t

How easy it is to disappear into the wilds as a shifter. How easy it is not to be found. Crews combed the area, dogs catching my scent and then losing it again. I was playing with them. I’d always wondered if my scent changed with my form. No one knew what I was. No […]

With each breath that I draw I draw in the wilderness Basking in the rays of the sun Talking with the winds Breathing through The leaves on the Trees My feet caked in dirt Grounded in my roots For the woman in me is wild The daughter I am is Feral I run through the […]

Trust Yourself, Trust Your Process!! Hello Friends and Neighbors, this week has been super exciting and I can’t wait to share it with you guys. My book is almost writing itself, and I feel like I’ve unlocked the secret to my creativity and overcoming writers block!Writing the book has taken up a lot of my […]