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True story: I wrote my first novel in a yellow spiral-bound notebook in 4th grade. I still have it. It expanded, eventually, into two more notebooks. They got lost in the shuffle of growing up. In college, I dug them out and typed them up. Changed
THE Hope is a fragile bit of lace, Woven carefully, loosely, An intricate pattern of resolve and intention. I used to hope accidentally, Without purpose but I– Now find that I must sigh Into the depths of the world and Sit down with a blank
Poems of a Certain Darkness: Hope & Finer dust is officially here and linked in my bio! Eeek! Edit to add: 3 books in 1 year is crazy business. Glad I did it, also glad to take a nap. 😅 #poemsofacertaindarkness
✨This one is a different experience. This one sometimes doesn’t have the right words, so there is a visual. This one is a little more visceral and demanding. 👊🏻 This one is the understanding that sometimes “hope” can’t chan
It’s been a long time coming but… the third and final installment is complete. “Poems of a Certain Darkness: Hope & Finer Dust” goes on sale tomorrow. This is the full-circle moment. I wrote this and sent it to copy la
3 years. 1,095 sunsets. My grief sinking below the horizon 1,095 moments of it rising back up to greet me. The ins-and-outs and over-between my rib cage and ordinary things like traffic over pavement when my breath could never quite catch The p
Highlights of 35: •Slept with my windows open •WENT TO DISNEY •Finally bought new bras •Turned off approximately 6,207,542 gosh darn lights in my house •Started a non-profit: @jojosbenefit •Golfed, golfed, and golfed so
Sixteen I look at her and think She is so powerful. As she laughs Or comments Or holds a book Or pays our bill Or takes a sip Or backs out of my driveway. I look at the women in my life and I think, She is so powerful. As she is immersed in the
I’m in the homestretch of my Masters Degree. I completed my bachelors degree in 2021 because I never got the chance to finish it back in the day. I became pregnant with Gabe and gave birth to him on a warm May day in 2012– the day of my l
“WE ALL KNOW what hope means, but do we understand the roads we take (yes, there are multiple) to get there? Hope, to me, is not tangible nor is it easy. It is not gentle or even kind, but a visceral, snaking thing– a warrior in armor wit