Dear you

Dear you

Take a moment

To celebrate your wins

You’ve made it this far

Be proud of yourself

And your success

The goals you’ve crushed

This is your life…

You’re living it

Right here, in the now

And if you’re wondering

You’ve been heard

You’re not alone

Your feeling are valid

Even the earth is overwhelmed

at times

And drops a storm for 72 hours


Just to wipe the slate clean

And start again

You’re not alone

Even stars burn out

They have to die

To be born again

These do not quietly fade away

The do not sit alone in the dark night

They must be heard

They must be seen

They shake the heavens

With a supernova

Giving birth to other stars


You matter

You have more atoms in your eye

Than all the stars in the known universe ….

Maybe this is why we feel so young

Maybe this is why

We feel so old ….

We’ve been here before

But this love

This life

This heart

The fire in your eyes

Has burned with the sun

You matter

This is what legacy’s are made of

These victories

I want to celebrate with you

I want to guard your dreams

Dear you

Keep moving forward

That’s how progress is made

Three steps forward

Two back



Writer’s Log 21

I’ve been writing a lot of drafts

And putting manuscripts together

I’ve sent off three so far

Or was it two?

I didn’t even realize I have Archives on here

I started going through them…

It goes as far back as 2011

(Don’t go that far back…for your own sake just go to 2014)

I’m trying to read more

I’m convinced social media is going to crash like a bad marriage…

One day we will try to log in and it will just be a blank sign in screen for some business app.

Everything will be gone and the world will cry together.

In other news

I’m still trying to stay healthy

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It takes courage.

Keep writing

Keep reading

Never stop learning.

Writers Log #20

It’s almost been a year since I started Humira,

It’s been absolutely life changing for me,

I’m able to work 50 hours a week

Work out

Drink an occasional beer or wine or old fashioned …

I don’t have to look for a bathroom (just in case) first thing when I enter someplace new

I can drive to a city without stopping and sit through a musical without having to go to the bathroom.

I have my life back. And honestly I thought it was pretty decent before, but I had never realised just how much of my flare ups I had just come to accept as part of life.

So thanks Humira, and my team of doctors. They have walked with me for this whole journey.

And with this in mind I am able to write about working out as well…in a almost 30 quest to save my knees and recover my abs…

Obligatory gym thing. In this never ending battle against my beer obsession and my quest to recover my abs.

It’s actually an awesome feeling overcoming a goal. I don’t like to think of it as reaching a goal, so much as destroying a goal.

Being able to lift more than I did last week, or run for two more minutes than I did last week.

Own it.

The one about cooking

This is not my greatest work. However. If you have ever read any post about my work-when it comes to food-it’s pretty much Picasso. 

I used to burn water. 

I remember one time throwing a pizza off the front porch (because fire) 

Oatmeal was a mistake. 

Unless your plan was to feed the entire cast of Lord Of The Rings.

I pretty much lived on yogurt and ramen and would drink vodka and then stay up late writing and say things like … 

And then I started really trying to cook again… When I started seeing L. And then we started doing Blue Apron. Which is pretty fantastic. 

And super fun. 

You just get your meals delivered to you. And you cook them yourself. 

Hence,you learn to cook. 

And boy am I learning. 

Pretty much all the ways you can cook salmon and lamb burger. And make a salad out of things a southerner would never look at and say “I bet I could make a salad out of that.” But -great day -is it good. 

I mean good. 

So this is salmon burger. 

Which even if I had burned it and dropped it down the stairs …you’d have to admit…still beats burned water. 

Every day of the year. 

Every day. 



I don’t have to  tell you 

All the boys 

bought condoms 

And all the girls 

Bought rape whistles and pepper spray 

I don’t have to tell you 

About biting your tongue

And holding back

Or censoring yourself

I don’t have to tell you 

About waking up next to someone 

And it’s not the best part of your day

I don’t have to tell you…

And that is why 

this is

For you 

Because you’ve been there 

You’ve walked those floors 


you stand on your own 

And the thoughts of those 

Who don’t know you 

Can’t touch you 

And the light 

That shines in the darkness 

Is from you 


You are worth coming home to

One step 

At a time 

You’re building your future 
There is 

A light 

That will not go out 

There is a light 

Inside of you 

There is also this crazy idea 


You are worth 


You are worth the great leap 

You are worth 


You are worth 


And freedom 

You are worth 


Amazing sex 

You are 


And no one 

No one else 

Can bring 

What you have 

To the table 



And that 


your power 

How to talk to your daughter about her body

““How to talk to your daughter about her body, step one: don’t talk to your daughter about her body, except to teach her how it works. Don’t say anything if she’s lost weight. Don’t say anything if she’s gained weight.
If you think your daughter’s body looks amazing, don’t say that. Here are some things you can say instead:
“You look so healthy!” is a great one.
Or how about, “you’re looking so strong.”
“I can see how happy you are – you’re glowing.”
Better yet, compliment her on something that has nothing to do with her body.
Don’t comment on other women’s bodies either. Nope. Not a single comment, not a nice one or a mean one.
Teach her about kindness towards others, but also kindness towards yourself.
Don’t you dare talk about how much you hate your body in front of your daughter, or talk about your new diet. In fact, don’t go on a diet in front of your daughter. Buy healthy food. Cook healthy meals. But don’t say “I’m not eating carbs right now.” Your daughter should never think that carbs are evil, because shame over what you eat only leads to shame about yourself.
Encourage your daughter to run because it makes her feel less stressed. Encourage your daughter to climb mountains because there is nowhere better to explore your spirituality than the peak of the universe. Encourage your daughter to surf, or rock climb, or mountain bike because it scares her and that’s a good thing sometimes.
Help your daughter love soccer or rowing or hockey because sports make her a better leader and a more confident woman. Explain that no matter how old you get, you’ll never stop needing good teamwork. Never make her play a sport she isn’t absolutely in love with.
Prove to your daughter that women don’t need men to move their furniture.
Teach your daughter how to cook kale.
Teach your daughter how to bake chocolate cake made with six sticks of butter.
Pass on your own mom’s recipe for Christmas morning coffee cake. Pass on your love of being outside.
Maybe you and your daughter both have thick thighs or wide ribcages. It’s easy to hate these non-size zero body parts. Don’t. Tell your daughter that with her legs she can run a marathon if she wants to, and her ribcage is nothing but a carrying case for strong lungs. She can scream and she can sing and she can lift up the world, if she wants.
Remind your daughter that the best thing she can do with her body is to use it to mobilize her beautiful soul.”
…and the same goes for your son.
(via tuesunefraise)


Living with Crohn’s

I’ve gained
15 lbs
In one month
That puts me at
Now I’ve
been at this for three months
It feels like
This working out thing
Isn’t working out
But I feel great
So that’s something
And I’m hungry
All the tiiiime

But I will tell you this
Everyone tells you
‘eat what you want You’re young’
This is a lie
You are what you eat
I almost died
because of what I was eating
The American diet
Will kill you
I had no energy
I was depressed
And no appetite
But I am finally enjoying
I feel great
If I could tell you one thing
It would be
Surround yourself
With people who believe in you
We need human contact
Isolation will not help you
“These are the days that must happen to you” -Whitman
Use them to make memories
Live your life
You only get one

How to Adopt a Vulnerable Attitude

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When the word “vulnerable” comes to mind, do you naturally cringe or consider an opportunity for growth? One site


vulnerability as “Susceptible to physical or emotional injury”, while another


coins vulnerability as a synonym for weakness. This discussion explains the newly emerging definition of vulnerability, why it matters and how to take advantage of your delicate existence.


Dr. Brene Brown’s fundamental research is changing the way we view human interactions. In short, the Social Worker gathered thousands of stories and interviews in which people described their most excruciating and rewarding moments related to vulnerability. Brown grouped individuals into 2 categories: those that embraced vulnerability and those that shied away from it. Through the research, Brown discovered individuals with a strong sense of love and belonging were more likely to lead a confident life with a willingness to embrace vulnerability, while those that refused to engage in interactions with…

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What is freedom ?
Is it the ability to pursue what your heart is longing for?
To have a shot
Not a fair chance
But a shot at creating the life you long for

What is religion ?
Is it not a guiding conscious
An assurance when we are beyond ourselves ?
A peace when we are,at best ,
What are we doing ….

People will let you down
You will be hurt
You will be judged
It’s just the way it is
We have expectations
that hold us back
We’re constantly shaken
By what we don’t know
We miss
because it doesn’t look
Like we expected it to

I’ve served on three boards
I’ve seen grown men
Use power
I’ve seen men act like children
insecurity expose itself
And real power sit quietly

I think we are afraid of change
But change is the only constant
The only reality
We are in a constant state of change
We begin dying the second we start to live …change is very real .
It scares us because it makes time
Be felt .
And time is always beyond us
We worry about our place in it
What story will it tell about us
After we’re gone ?
Take the earth in your hands
And feel history move between your fingers like chapters …
And know this is what you’re made of
Pieces of the universe
When you worry about what to do
Go with your gut
It’s in your blood
Your very bones
Centuries have gone before you
And it’s moving through you
Take a shot
Never underestimate yourself
Anything is possible

This is our lives
And it’s ok not to have it figured out
I’m 24
And honestly
I’d rather open my hand
Enjoy visiting my friends around the world and learn something about me
And more about them
Than sit surrounded by like minded people and never grow .
I don’t care what you believe or what you think
Just so long as you’re thinking for yourself

So this is our lives
We will be depressed and we will know joy
Some nights we will not sleep
Because of both of these things
Some days you may only feel
A crippling sadness
But it gets better
I know
And I hope you know few of these days
And I hope you live
A life that is beyond anything you dream . One that gives you laugh lines
I hope you are happy .
I hope you grow
I hope we all do .


“A Lesson in Entropy”

“So, kid, you’ve got to live,
and not just that stoic existence you’ve 
been stomping trough all this time.
You’ve got to be kind,
you’ve got to fall in love,
fall out of love,
no matter how much it hurts 
 because my god,
it’s worth it. 
Don’t let the world turn you to stone;
you’ve got to feel.
And sometimes,
your heart will threaten 
to march right out of your chest 
because you’re so fucking full of it all-
of the people, 
the places,
the endless days,
the eternal nights-
and kid, that’s fine.
Be brave.
Courage isn’t measured by the 
number of people you’ve turned away
or by the counts of the nights you’ve 
spent alone because you refuse to 
give someone the chance to love you. 
Being alone is not poetic;
you’ve got to let them in.
Let them peel back your skin 
and waltz into your bloodstream 
and love them,
love them,
love them.
And finally, kid,
your life has already begun.
Stop waiting.
Chaos is already underway.”
– Emily Palermo, from “A Lesson in Entropy”