Our Revolution

I wrote this poem several years ago. Part of being authentic for me is sharing with the world all of those little talents we keep to ourselves for fear that others will truly see who we are. This is who I am. A poet. An artist. A fallible human that is afraid of what itContinue reading “Our Revolution”

I am still here

During this global crisis it may feel like everything we thought we could hold onto is being obliterated. Sometimes we may even feel convinced that our identity is being obliterated as well. To those of you that feel this way I offer you this reflection. Nine months ago, my life came crashing in on me.Continue reading “I am still here”