What’s My Point?
This is where I follow a thought around until I figure out why it followed me home.
Motherhood, mirrors, magick, music, art, old voices, new ones, and whatever else is alive in the room. Somewhere to leave the whole trail instead of squeezing every thought into a little rectangle video on social media.
Breadcrumbs, basically.
God, You’re So Ugly
I lost my nose piercing, looked in the mirror and the old recording fired: “God, you’re so ugly.” This time, it hurt. I cried because I couldn’t believe how cruel I’d been to myself. A breadcrumb about mirrors, buried rage, emotional ladders, ritual, protection, and the strange distance between hating myself and liking myself. Turns out there are a lot of floors between those two places.
Maybe healing is hearing the old voice and realizing whose side you’re on when it starts playing.
Good Thing We Have Soft Mats
Truman falls off the couch and says, “Good thing we have soft mats.” I hear my voice coming out of him.
Lately, parenting keeps teaching me the same strange lesson: leave a little space before intervening. Before fixing. Before explaining. Before deciding discomfort means FIX IT. Somehow this becomes a story about motherhood, magick, social media, old voices, and cereal.