Shipwrecked

His approach was stealth, quiet, brooding, and dark. He came over my soul and spirit and in one bite severed my hands. Not my heart, no – my hands. I could no longer grasp the driftwood or the bread of hope.

“Moving To Mend”

I am coming to The Courage Conference in October 2018 to share with you how to use “Motion as Lotion,” how to remove the residue of ruin, and how to thaw the frozen bits. I come to you with years of not only professional, but personal experience, cradled in still aching arms. 

A Personal Note…

Not speaking was confirmed by crushing circumstances, brutal beatings, sexual abuse, and wholesale neglect.

The Frail and Fallen

Do not pick up the frail and fallen unless you must. Give them the dignity of rising in what strength they have.

In Defense of Him…

This post is an attempt to set right a grievous wrong against an undeserved man.

The Sorrow and The Sweet

A small stop to walk, to unfurl my limbs and to unclench my heart. Inviting the sound of the waves and the strength of the wind to sweep away some of the sorrow and leave the sweet.