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more of a prophecy than a memory…
“I could see that for myself,” I said. Nearly in a whisper. Part of me petrified to speak it out loud and admit the undeniable pull I have been feeling to “settle down” a bit.Not in spirit. I will never allow that to happen again.Nor will I ever choose people to demand that of me Continue reading
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the only man to receive her approval…
“So, if no cornhole yet, could I encourage you to do at least one small thing for your enjoyment? Maybe just take an evening to yourself with a good drink, taking in the scenery on your balcony.”I have sent him a few videos of my view, knowing full well New Jersey is not offering mountains Continue reading
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in a time machine of emotions…
“Well, the big life update question is have you played corn hole yet?”I let out a laugh.I think of him every single time I walk past it at work; the smile that coincides with the thought’s presence sure to give away to anyone watching I am smitten by a memory…or person…or both.And when the prospects Continue reading
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the plot twist i never saw coming…
9:32pm.A quick tap on my phone revealed this indicator that I was close to being able to say I endured another day.•Endure (verb); to suffer patiently, to experience and deal with something that is painful or unpleasant without giving up.Synonyms: bear, tolerate, withstand, face up to•There are countless other words I could have placed in Continue reading
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i’m just a little unwell…
There exists a video from March 2021 of me in an oversized sweatshirt and plaid pajama pants. Dancing and singing to Matchbox Twenty in my living room. The image I curated for the world to see that evening was intentional, methodical, deceptive… Display the fictitious woman seemingly full of life and joy to throw everyone Continue reading
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laying (almost) all my cards out on the table…
He had one card left in his hand – about to win his fourth game of the night.The clock was quickly approaching midnight. The events of the last hour were a spur of the moment decision. At some point amidst our conversation on Halsey two decks of cards started being dealt – different motives of Continue reading
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finding perfection in imperfection…
A few days ago I burnt my toast.Charred would be a more appropriate word for what it became…My neglect of the bread a result of being too invested in my daily kitchen dance party.“With You” by Jessica Simpson my song of choice – love was on the mind.And then my sunny side up eggs, seemingly Continue reading
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revealing my deepest regret…
“John Mayer is on tour.”My friend said it completely out of nowhere. No context. Nothing said before it to make those words fit into the conversation. Zero external signs to point to this being the next topic of discussion.But mind you, I caught her completely off guard that morning in the studio with his visit.It Continue reading
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so, what now…?
“So what have you been up to?”This would be the first of three times he would ask me in 30 minutes.Reminiscent of a date I once had when the boy continuously, over the course of the hour we were at a fair, asked if I wanted to ride the ferris wheel (even though my answer Continue reading
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the end of my “one day”…
I had a visitor at work on a Saturday a few months ago.A brief stop on his way up north for a two week trip to Washington for skiing and climbing.“Are you doing anything tomorrow morning?”The text came late in the evening on Friday. Seeing his name on my phone after coming out of the Continue reading
About Me
I am a woman on a mission to turn her pain into purpose using her passion for writing. This blog is the journey of my becoming, excerpts from the pages of my book of life – the good and bad and everything in between – written with the intent to heal, to guide, to inspire…
I write to document the tale of a heroine slaying every dragon that comes her way for she knows she is the only one who can save herself.
I write to tell the story of a woman brought back to life; a chronicle of rebirth to show the power of hope and redemption.
I write to give meaning to every yes spoken – whether in shouts or whispers, in fear or bravery.
I write to share with the world the story of what happens when one believes in the beauty of a better tomorrow. What happens when one refuses to settle for anything less than butterflies. What happens when a mere spark you defiantly declined to let go out ignites into an inferno.
I write to open the eyes of all those who feel like the victim in their own story to see that they are not helpless or damaged or weak. They are in control. They have everything within to become the victor.
I write to speak life into the grieving to allow words laced in truth and love to mend the wounds inhibiting the heart from moving forward.
I write for the invisible to feel seen. I write to lead us all on the journey to the happily ever after….it is waiting to be lived by each of us <3
Clandestine Confessions 