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I’m a Writer

I’ve worn a lot of titles in my life: Professional ones like analyst, negotiator, supervisor. Personal ones like daughter, sister, cousin, and my favorite of all: Mom. Until recently, I never really considered myself a “writer”, at least not in the career or professional sense of the word…  Even though writing is what I do.  It’s what I’ve always done.  It’s what I’ve always loved doing. And now, it’s what pays the bills. I’ve kept a journal for as long as I can remember. Made lists of lists. Took detailed classroom / meeting notes. And don’t get me started on school supplies — oh lawd!  I just thought I was a nerd (and proud of it).  It wasn’t until I turned 40 that I started to really claim the title of “writer.” As long as I can remember, I have kept a journal and journaling helps me slow my mind down enough to process what I’m feeling. Then in my late 20s I started writing poetry, which gave me permission to actually feel those emotions. Even back in high sc...

Dandelion Creed



Be like a dandelion,
Stand tall, stay bright.
You’ll bend in the storm but reach for the light.
They’ll call you a weed, try to pluck you away,
But you were built for the cracks so dance in the rain. 
Most won’t see your roots run deep,
They’ll judge your bloom when you’re fighting to keep,
A piece of the sky, a patch of the sun,
But you’ve always been many things wrapped in one.
You’re softness and steel, wild and wise,
A stubborn bloom they still criticize.
But beauty was never about fitting in.
You were born to rise again… and again.

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