The 13 Year Journey To Blue Waters


I love people more now than I did before he died.  I love people with nothing.  People who lost everything.  This Sunday it will be Bjarne’s 13 year death anniversary.  I have spent the last 13 years trying to love myself again.  It was harder than expected.  At first I had to start loving others…

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I Am The Girl Who Was Always Behind


I look for signs of my destiny in my childhood sometimes.  I can’t find any.  Not even a small tiny memory that could indicate the future.  “You must have always been a writer,” people say to me.   And the answer is always, no.  Not only was I not a writer, I didn’t even learn to write and speak…

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Find A Way To Write From The Moon


I know this letter matters.  To the person who reads it while sitting alone on the floor.  In bed.  Standing in front of the kitchen sink.  Feeling brutally unseen.  Stuck in a timeless non-validating nature of their life.  I write this for you.  I don’t really care for the person who has been…

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A Glass Of Malbec And A Piece Of Cheese In My Hand


Last night I cooked a meal with my girls. We did the whole recipe.  You know, found a recipe, went to the grocery store, got all the ingredients and then spent hours cooking and baking.  I also got myself a glass of wine while I was cooking.  Had a piece of cheese.  And it hit me.  Of course I knew…

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The 13 Year Journey To Blue Waters


I love people more now than I did before he died.  I love people with nothing.  People who lost everything.  This Sunday it will be Bjarne’s 13 year death anniversary.  I have spent the last 13 years trying to love myself again.  It was harder than expected.  At first I had to start loving others…

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I Am The Girl Who Was Always Behind


I look for signs of my destiny in my childhood sometimes.  I can’t find any.  Not even a small tiny memory that could indicate the future.  “You must have always been a writer,” people say to me.   And the answer is always, no.  Not only was I not a writer, I didn’t even learn to write and speak…

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Find A Way To Write From The Moon


I know this letter matters.  To the person who reads it while sitting alone on the floor.  In bed.  Standing in front of the kitchen sink.  Feeling brutally unseen.  Stuck in a timeless non-validating nature of their life.  I write this for you.  I don’t really care for the person who has been…

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A Glass Of Malbec And A Piece Of Cheese In My Hand


Last night I cooked a meal with my girls. We did the whole recipe.  You know, found a recipe, went to the grocery store, got all the ingredients and then spent hours cooking and baking.  I also got myself a glass of wine while I was cooking.  Had a piece of cheese.  And it hit me.  Of course I knew…

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