Call me a coward if you must — Assembling a profile of oneself is such a heinous, insecure, weird, and even egotistical act. Just me? I would stare at the screen as if my mind alone would make it all come together, and when it didn’t, I reluctantly went through trying to pick and choose how to digitally…

My body is the least interesting thing about me — The thick of my hips tells you nothing Except maybe I keep warmer in winter The rolls on my stomach cower Under the weight of my compassion Every patch of cellulite no match For the wit that waltzes off my tongue I can run, laugh, and play With this body…

Or how I was caught off guard by the power of learning to rock out — The lights titter and flash across the stage, as a steady stream of unnatural fog rolls in, to really bring home the atmosphere. The whistles from the crowd and stomping of feet can only mean one thing — the concert is about to begin. …

An invitation to creation — This post, as you may have guessed, is all about prompts. In an effort to encourage and inspire more engagement I thought it might be a good idea to offer them up! …

A poem on a mental “what if” — I could hear birds chirping Taking flight in the autumnal wind Liberated wings of great height Sailing effortlessly on by I could soak in the stillness Absorbing its tranquil touch Bathing in its comforts Rather than squirm from its revelations I could see welcoming faces Instead of burdened expressions Worrying when…