DNA Testing

“Don’t do it, it takes your DNA. Who knows what they do with it. It could be used for eugenic’s research,” she said as we walked towards Target. “Yeah but I don’t know who my biological mom is and thats the only way I can possibly find her.” It came in the mail yesterday. The tube that you spit in so the lab people can send me back information on my ancestors. A recent joke I used was, “I can’t date a white man until I know for sure we aren’t related.” There are men out there who have donated…

Berry Tree Days

I thought of you yesterday. There were berries. Wild berries. I thought of us eating the berries and climbing the trees. I thought of us going through the woods. The way that we would fight over who would get to climb which tree. The way that I would miss you when we would fight. I…

Don’t Trust your Gut

A while back a teacher pointed out that the facts of a relationship is what makes up that relationship not the point of view of the relationship. For people who have had many traumatic experiences in life, it is super important to look at the facts of your relationships and not rely on your gut…

The Butterfly Wing

We stopped at Lowe’s to get some flower pots. “Look, a butterfly!” It was fluttering on the ground in the middle of the parking lot. “It has a broken wing.” We lingered for a moment. I could feel the we need to do something feeling rise up in my chest. My mom felt it too,…

Random Beach Trips

I love many things about my best friend Miranda but the top of the icing was when we were in her car on the way to the beach at 3:30 in the afternoon on Sunday afternoon. “I just checked the weather, there might be isolated thunderstorms but they might stop around seven if they do…

His Yellow Shirt

This is a spoken word/poetic story that was also performed at The Moth in L.A. on Valentine’s Day in 2017.  This writing expresses the depths of my feelings towards divorce and along with that my questioning religion. “He was wearing that yellow shirt. His eyes sparkled.”      

Memory

“I don’t want to let the memories go.” “But you were never made to live in a memory.”

Social Media Scroll

April 1, 2019 I scroll on social media when I am bored. Lately, this is often. There is a longing under there. If the scroll isn’t enough, I download a dating app. I peruse through it for a few days. I like to swipe more than I like to chat with anyone. I talk to…

Moving Forward is a Choice

“Moving forward is a choice.” I have read that in many places. Choice. I thought I would wake up one day and not feel sad anymore about losing my marriage. I thought it would be like the child who wakes up four inches taller than a few months previous.  Part of healing is like that…

#Me Too Moments

He grabbed her. They were at the Mcdonald’s playground. She came up to the table. “I have something important to tell you.” “Wait a second until we are done talking.” Miranda continued her animated story.  Three minutes later, “Okay what is it?” “A boy grabbed me on the slide (she pointed at her tiny breast) and ran away!” “Where is he?” I demanded. She looked around.  She pointed to an empty table. “He’s gone.”  “Why didn’t you say something sooner?” I asked “You told me to wait.” She was right. “Interrupt next time, please interrupt.  This was a different important.…