Love Is…

Love is so scary…. at times. Old wounds tell me that pain is more familiar. They tell me that complexity is easier to navigate. That mistrust is more predictable than sweet + steady love.

These Eyes.

Dear Mom,

I recognize those eyes. They hold so much truth. No matter the smile we muster, no matter the chuckle we give… those eyes… they tell our stories. They tell more than our lips…

Sweet, Philly.

I read an article today that noted that the Philly City Council has formally apologized for the deadly 1985 bombing of the Black Liberation group called MOVE. Police used war weapons on people who…

An Open Love Letter…

Loving you is as easy as breathing.You can do no wrong. Everything you are is perfect.

I love you in the most tender of ways.In a way that effortlessly frees me.The thought of you lifts…

Running.

If there is one thing I’m good at, it’s running. Threaten my safety or my ability to stand and I’m out. I’m gone. No matter how much it shreds me on the inside. No…