It is here I write stories about things that matter to me & perhaps, to you.
My words journey backward, forward & in-between, musing at this crazy but still beautiful world I was placed in - for now.
Thank you for joining me here on vocal!
I’m watching the world wake up outside my kitchen window. Blue skies, sunshine and brave little birds toddle across the lush green carpet of lawn spread wide between two fence lines. They feed from the springtime worms nestled in the earth just below the surface, and I think here in Washington State this may be as close to Ireland as I’ll ever get.
Still Pale White
Here I stand in front of the mirror - two of me. One inside the shiny glass, one outside. Living in the margin's of the world.
"I'm Gonna Call This Place My Home"
I was born amid the snowdrifts of central Alaska where you are raised in a snow suit the majority of the year and shortly after you’ve been carefully bundled up you need to go to the bathroom.
Just Holding On
It didn’t take long to love you. All you had to do was look my way before everything good and pure I felt would catapult my soul forward, forever leading me backwards to that moment when your gentle brown eyes let me know it was safe to drown; and so, I did.