I remember telling a friend that I had called an ex-boyfriend to say hello.  He sounded happy to hear from me and I was happy to hear his voice.  His heart had to be racing; mine was as soon as we moved pass the initial, “Hi. This is PSM, did I catch you at a bad time?” The sound of his voice, his cadence, his phrasing was so familiar.  Years of emotions flashed through my mind, into my heart and across my face in a ridiculous smile. My friend,...

I’ve been moving. Forward. It’s the way to move, right? But this forward movement leaves some prominent pieces in my life behind. And I’m scared. When I took the first step, I felt like I was in a 500 yard dash. “On your marks… Get set… Go!” The gun in my head went off and I jolted out into a race that I’ve not been in for a while. Single. My friends were running besides me. Parties, dinners,...

I’ve sat down on several occasions to write and… nothing. I’ve had little snippets of thoughts that I wanted to share, but it really wasn’t enough for a full entry. So today I searched Spotify for one of the greatest, Tracy Chapman, hit play and zoned out; desperate for inspiration. Truth is Tracy Chapman’s music—her voice and that acoustic guitar—has centered me since I was a young girl. I’ve always been an introspective person… in love with...

Lately I’ve had so many thoughts, but for some reason I have not been able to write about them. When I put my emotions into words they are immediately more real than they were when they were just a feeling. Don’t get me wrong, my feelings are very valid, but expressing them requires acceptance and awareness. I recently celebrated a birthday. The best gift I received was from my father. ~PAUSE~ I know right?! Those of you who have been reading...