These Boots Were Made for Crushing Dreams

My husband likes to call me a dream-crusher. I say I’m a realist. Of course it’s more fun to be the dreamer; to have big plans that propel you through the muck of daily life. But I get uncomfortable with the nebulous nature of dreams. These aspirations that float so high above our heads. These Read More

I Know in My Heart

There’s a difference between telling yourself something, and knowing it. My brain, and I venture to guess yours too, offers a steady stream of commentary to either pay attention to, or reject. Thoughts about things I observe, how I feel, what I think I want. Most of it nonsense, really. This is also the commentary Read More

The Truth, As I See It

What if, one day, you realized that your reality—the truth you had been fed and willingly accepted—was a lie? What if those in a position of power through their words and images and actions told you, showed you and tried to prove to you that something was safe and acceptable when it really wasn’t? What Read More