Window Pain

Window Pain

On this particular Tuesday morning between the hours of 2:00am and 4:00am my body refused to sleep. I was restless. My brain wrestling with my heart to try to make sense of what my world had become when a poem just fell from me - there is no other way to describe it (believe me, I sat here trying to find a less crazy way to put that- I just couldn't). I do not regularly write poetry; I cannot even think of the last time I had thought to do so. Sure, I would categorize myself as a creative (I'm human, aren't we born creatives?) but, poetry was an unfamiliar avenue that I had never really held a road map to. But, on that early, cold morning, my feelings needed a new place to live, and that was the shape they took. I had no choice in the matter, really.

Finding the Heart in Heartache

Finding the Heart in Heartache

What a simple, revolutionary idea: we only have control over the love we give. And that love should be given freely and without conditions on others. This shift in the framework of my mind attached a buoy my heart on the dark waters of heartbreak and helplessness. It gives me reason to smile, even with the undertones of a bruised heart.

Four in the Morning

Four in the Morning

The world can be an unpredictable and uncertain. It can feel random, and with this, impersonal. The random, uncertain, and seeming impersonal moments can lead to a hardened perspective towards the other souls that walk this world. But, after another watch and listen to my all-time favorite TEDTalk I was reminded to not see the [...]

The Lake: A Story of Loyalty, Love and Tradition

The Lake: A Story of Loyalty, Love and Tradition

This immense group travels to Huron, Ohio on the sandy shores of Lake Erie every summer as though it is a primal migration. We all live in scattered parts of the country leading unique and interesting lives, but for this precious moment in time, this one holiday, we all allow ourselves to step out of our day-to-day, adult routines and step back into that adventurous, limit testing, belly laughing kid that grew up with 26 cous-isters/ bro-sins and more parents than we could count.