Starting Life Again

It's been 10 years since we kissed. 7 since we were married. 3 since we've been divorced. How many lives have we lived?

My mom texted me. "Do you know someone called Brandy? She asked how things with your boyfriend are going." My mom wrote. My mom has been...

I stared at the board. Too scared to place the first piece. Too scared to lose. Not knowing which move first. Nothing happened. I hoped...

When do I typically feel the most sad? It’s when I say goodbye. It’s ending a conversation. Leaving the dinner or party. Kissing you at...

I don’t know if I can do I already travel. For work. And life. And then for a relationship. How do I do it all without losing myself?

the lies she said, we weren’t meant for each other. She filled our heads with stories about each other. And we believed them. He believed...

I had it until a month ago. I only changed it two weeks before we had dinner. Three years since we saw each other. Almost the same amount...

My posture. Hair. Weight. Forgetfulness. Humor. I have the same laptop. Phone. Glasses. But everything is different.

Painting. Talking. Journaling. Yoga. Running. Stretching. Dance. Movement. We fill our mind and body with so many senses and...

Letting the dishes sit for days. Craving to be alone more and more. Hating myself. Forgetting the stove is on. Not wanting to eat. Or...

What's your long-term plan with this? Are you moving there? Is he moving there? Is he a Christian? I love this for you. You're really...

"The trip was perfect," I told my therapist. It was even better than I could imagine. We navigated the chaos of London together. We took...

To sleep Think Do nothing Plan Get my life in order Create Build a business Rest Waste Heal Even when I get time, I still want more. When...

A cool breeze brushes my face on my morning run. Then I'm back in Tenessee. Going on my morning run near our apartment. I feel the same...

To have these moments. Leave a self-defense class. More and more confident each week. Wearing my nice yoga pants. Drive to my mom's to...

That I'm me? I feel creative I want to write Or cook Or make jokes Or learn I'm not exhausted, obsessive, or anxious That's how I...

When I write about her, I'm not scared. I know I'm safe in my own home. I don't think she'd even try to find me. But him? Terrified. I...

File bankruptcy. Check. Get a job. Check. Get an apartment. Check. Get a therapist. Check. Change my last name. Check. Get a raise....

It was a year ago. I remember this path I walked. I walked it often. I read my book, watched the deer play, and circled the park at dusk....

When I spend a lot of time working on my book, it happens. I start questioning my sanity. I sit there, paralyzed...panicking. Wanting to...

I miss the feeling of your beard against my fingers. Your smile in the morning when you wake up. Drinking coffee with you in a foreign...

But the battles got bigger. I was 13. I stood up for myself. I fought my dad. I had boundaries. My own voice. Opinions. Courage. Moxie. I...

With windows open, letting in the warm Spring air. A mug of hot water, honey, and whiskey. Wrapped in a blanket as I pour out my heart on...

Sometimes the pain from my past drowns me. I feel like I'm held underwater, unable to get air. I'm reminded of the choices I made. My...