relationships
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rewriting the script…
“I was getting emails from Zillow letting me know you were looking at houses in Utah.”It was brought up on a phone call back in autumn.With a person from a far distant past – I say that not so much in the form of time but in the depth of life that has happened since Continue reading
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had i never saved myself…
“Can I buy you a drink?”I stood at the table in the underground bar, observing all the couples, refraining from holding back any expression of sadness when a voice grabbed my attention.I looked up to lock my tear-filled eyes with an older gentleman.Was he being kind, or did I look like I needed one that Continue reading
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ignoring the warning signs…
“Oh no no no….this cannot be happening.”My car, still only equipped for the east coast weather, stopped on an incline.The heavily snow-coated streets on that early March evening, plowed only an hour before, an unfair component against my tires.How could something so delicate, so peaceful have the power to wreak such havoc?Vehicles were front of Continue reading
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breaking all my rules…
“So, this is my new favorite chocolate. And Andrew Garfield loves it too.”“Haha. Is that how you heard about it?”“No, I learned that after the fact. I was just roaming the aisles of Harmons one day looking for something new. But it certainly helps my claim of being the best!”It was one of a few Continue reading
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the right arm’s redemption…
I would only ever self harm on my right arm – restricted to the inner forearm.I do not hide the scars.Nor do I intentionally show them.I will explain them if asked – which only one person ever has – very recently.After I let that secret part of my story be brought to the light when Continue reading
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a love that keeps me holding on…
“Believe me when I say this, I was giving up but now you come and save me…”–I was holding it together (somewhat) until that lyric.The one that spoke my truth, as if SYML had once read the pages of my heart.They are the words I lived, the ones I made real.The privilege of a lifetime Continue reading
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the love that makes you better…
I went to a concert last fall that was to be a proclamation of a healing heart, an ode to a chapter of a love story I once had the immense privilege to write.It turned into a night well felt – my eyes red and swollen long into the following day.I expected it to carry Continue reading
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a glass wall is still a barrier…
“Outside! Outside now! Now!”The words the Pilates studio owner excitedly exclaimed at me as she came running inside.I immediately got up from my seat at the computer, mid text to a member trying to schedule a class, wondering what could possibly be this urgent.I was mentally preparing for the worst…or weirdest…As I got closer, she Continue reading
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the avalanche released…
“Do you have any siblings?”He casually asked me back in February in between sips of his beer.Leaning back in the booth, settling in comfortably to our temporary location.We were at a bar in Park City waiting for our dinner reservation.He had just shared a story about his brother.The question was expected.–“I have an older brother.”I Continue reading
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my new home…
“Before we go, I have something exciting to show you!”We had just walked out the door of his house.On our way to a café down the street that we mutually decided a few minutes earlier would be worth trying out.He unexpectedly called earlier that day to say we were going to do dinner.–I will never 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 