It’s been years since I’ve sat down to write anything new outside of information sheets for teachers and grocery lists.

The unceasing onslaught of fuckery over the last… eternity, several years?– honest to god it’s hard to pinpoint the start when time no longer holds any real meaning… has dried up any creativity that used to flow through me demanding an outlet.

But the thing is, I like myself better when I am writing. It is the best way for me to purge some of the intrusive thoughts that have become my constant companions in the last few years. It is the best way for me to make sense of the madness that flits through my brain sown by the chaos that is existing in this hellscape.

This new site is meant to be a personal outlet. A place where I can dump all of the things I am feeling that come with being a modern woman in the year 2022. Where I can sort through my guilt, anguish, and frustration as a mother, a wife, a friend, an employee, a daughter, a sister, a human, American woman. My only goal is to relieve myself of some of the burden; if I find sisters that can relate and commiserate along the way, so much the better. I’ll do my very best to throw in some wins and accomplishments, too. We’re striving for balance here, y’all.

In addition to whatever new drivel I can muster, the site is filled with past works I’ve created for various sites. One of the biggest blows to my writing was the slow death of my labor of love, The Sirens Rise. I had created it with other brilliant women and it just got to a point where it didn’t make sense to keep paying to keep it going. We had all been hit with the same ennui that robbed us of our willingness and ability to write. It took me until now to get to this point, once again ready to bare my soul on the proverbial page; but I also wanted to honor the work of my past.

My writing journey has been one just like any other, it ebbs and flows with the seasons of my life. It feasts and fasts just like my creativity, and it has evolved over the years just as I have evolved. There may be weeks between posts, there may be multiple posts over a couple of days. At this point, I’ve learned that setting unrealistic expectations for oneself is just another way to self-inflict pain. And so it’s here, when I need it, and I intend to be gentle with myself when I find myself struggling to find the words. I intend to extend to myself the same grace I bestow upon everyone else when I’m not at my best. I intend to do a better job of speaking kindly to myself and allowing myself the freedom of just being a human who errs.

If this vulnerability appeals to you, and you’d like to share my space to do a little writing therapy of your own, please let me know and I’ll grant you access. We could all use a little more support and empathy these days.

As long as you are a person whose values do not impugn the rights, humanity, and dignity of others, you will find a safe place to land with me.