The Story Hall

Today marks five years since my father passed away. It was quite a night. I was in a very dark place with my addiction and had no way of…

Quiet comes and settles the orchestra. Members take their places. Birds reconcile with trees, breeze sweeps away machine excitement, voices…

I had come to Liverpool over two years ago with the intent to do as much as I can to develop my skill set and increase my knowledge. And…

A friend of mine shared a post from a few years back on social media. It was a list answering a prompt, the kind you get tagged in by…

I placed a jar in Tennessee, And round it was, upon a hill. It made the slovenly wilderness Surround that hill.  — — Wallace Stevens

On such a beautiful night, I stand in this moment on a curbside facing Wisconsin Avenue in Georgetown (Washington DC).

Throughout the COVID-19 pandemic, I was employed in the mental health field and worked in daily programming. Basically, the day to day…

My husband places the paper in a sturdy box on his desk.

This marks the 40th published written piece for me on Medium. It is certainly a milestone for me. I started writing just after I joined…

a poem

a poem

“Of course, you are the third one! I can’t believe I didn’t think of it sooner…”

Introduction to the series

This morning I was sitting in meditation and invited my dad into my breath-work. “Hi Dad! … how are you?”

So Grateful for another day… For the light to show the way…

a poem

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a poem

My White House Suit Pants & Face-Plant Field

Feeling Infinite

Honoring my Blues Brother

In the distance comes Cyclops, tearing the day apart. Her disposition is low and pounding as always. A field of birds flies toward me to…

This past week, I’ve been informed of roughly 10 deaths. Some were suicide, others were overdoses, and some of them were of natural causes.