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.
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.
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.