“My people are the misfits,The ones that don’t fit in.”-Third Eye Blind, Misfits For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a misfit. I’ve always felt my square edges as I’ve navigated and endless series of round holes. I was blessed (or maybe cursed) with a kind of passing. Presenting, in most contexts, as... Continue Reading →
Some days, there, I see it.You had to look away. You never understood my fire.You had to look away. When I didn’t do just right.When, in pain, I had to fight.You had to look away. And, when you looked,When our eyes met,I saw the fear and shame.I mustered lonely courage,So as not to live in... Continue Reading →
I have a child.He wants me to meet at the bus.I do not do it all just right.But he wants me to meet at the bus!Some days, I do better than others.Giggly studies at night for the test.Other days, I fear, I fall shortWhen I miss magic memories.I try to sit with those feelings,And use... Continue Reading →
Soliloquy on Imperfectionism 