You’re Not Doing It Wrong — You’re Just at the Beginning
Writing through trauma isn’t about getting it right.
It’s about surviving it long enough to find the lens.
The Year I Came Back to Myself
This Thanksgiving, I realized I’m not the woman I was last year. Somewhere between grief, rebuilding, and choosing myself one small moment at a time… I came back to myself.
Why We Still Don’t Believe Cassandra
A feminist essay exploring why women are still dismissed when they speak the truth—through Cassandra’s myth, contemporary culture, and the ongoing failure to believe women. From Aeschylus to the Epstein files, this piece examines power, harm, and the cost of being right too soon.
The Beauty of the Unpublished
Not every book or poem we write is meant to be published. Some pieces exist to teach us how to listen, how to grow, and how to write the next one. Each attempt plants a seed that leads us closer to the work we were meant to create—the one that finally reaches the world.
The Evolution of a Voice
Our writing voices aren’t static—they shift with us. Between poems and prose, silence and sound, I’m learning that growth isn’t about getting louder. It’s about listening differently, letting feeling lead, and trusting the work to evolve into something truer.
The Words We Don’t Mean to Teach
She tried on my heels this morning, and I smiled — but something inside me ached. Because I realized she isn’t just watching what I say. She’s watching how I see myself.
We can spend years trying to protect our children from the wounds we carry, but they still learn from what we don’t say — the sighs at the mirror, the hesitation before a photo, the quiet comparisons we think we’re hiding.
This essay is about what happens when we stop hiding and start healing out loud.
Writing Through November: The Constant Poet Challenge
November began with a challenge by @theconstantpoet and a whisper: The patron saint of ______.
I filled in the blank with silence — and the words came like fire.
How a Stapled Stack of Paper Became a Dream
One night, my son handed me a stapled packet of printer paper and said, “Write me a book I can read.” Out of that moment came The Day the Colors Came Alive—a little story about imagination, magic, and believing you can do anything.
Create to Escape: Finding My Way Back With Words
How language became the lantern that guided me through loss, grief, and the long way back to myself.
The Power of Words (and Why “Witch” Still Matters)
We don’t need pitchforks anymore. Just comment sections. But the word witch still echoes, and it’s time we remember what it really means.
Almost, and Still Enough
My poems Smaller, Even Then, and Choosing Me were selected as finalists for the 2026 River Styx Contest, one of those journals I’ve admired quietly for years.
The email reminded me that recognition doesn’t always come loud or public. Sometimes it arrives softly as a quiet affirmation that the work is being read, and felt.
Write Anyway
Writing is how we remember, resist, and refuse erasure. When the world silences voices again, the brave act is simple: write anyway.
Why I Write About Silence
There’s a certain kind of silence that lives inside women; the kind that isn’t empty, but full.