The Journal Project

Try With Me

I started out the month of April deciding I would try to be celibate for 30 days. Things on the romantic front were more stressful than pleasurable. Worry and confusion about dynamics and intentions had taken over my brain in ways I didn't like. I needed a reset before launching [...]

By |April 18th, 2019|My Diary, Sexy Stuff|Comments Off on Try With Me

Locksmith

By |April 16th, 2019|Poetry|Comments Off on Locksmith

The Field

A poem about the first sweet moments.

By |April 9th, 2019|Poetry|Comments Off on The Field

The Giving Hand

Snow in the springtime is not unheard of in this part of Canada. Still, when I woke up to a sparkling white blanket over everything, I gasped. The little buds on the shrubs outside were so ready to burst open. They were surely more shocked than I when the heavy [...]

By |April 1st, 2019|My Diary|Comments Off on The Giving Hand

The Whirlpool

Remember the text and phone only connection I was about to experience in real life? It happened yesterday, over an epic lunch near the airport. I was so very nervous the morning of, but after thinking and writing and feeling, I settled into something that seemed more like first-date jitters. [...]

By |March 26th, 2019|My Diary|Comments Off on The Whirlpool

Hope Drew a Path and I Followed

The birds sang so loudly today they drowned out the music in my earbuds. A light dusting of snow covered the trail like icing sugar, yet my neon-salmon trainers beat the path with more certainty than I felt. Sometimes my feet know better. My heart can sit back and let [...]

By |March 19th, 2019|Grief and Heartbreak, My Diary|Comments Off on Hope Drew a Path and I Followed

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