Archive - Around the Campfire

I Feel Like Dry Toast

My journey into writing started with a bunch of weird therapy sessions.

Apr 24 •

The Pope Of Compassion

A teary eyed tribute to Pope Frances

Apr 21 •

RFK Doesn’t Know My Son

Kennedy inferred people like my son are broken. He isn’t. He is piece of stained glass. He is a wildflower. He is more than a harmful stereotype of…

Apr 17 •

you are the moonlight on the water

Don’t believe the interlopers

Apr 15 •

Maybe we aren’t books

Our stories don’t end. They just drift into song.

Apr 11 •

The Joy of Next

I can’t start over - but I can start from from where I am right now.

Apr 8 •

self love is the steepest hill

Apr 3 •

March 2025

once, then, and now

My eulogy is written - now I will live up to it

Mar 28 •

The sun never waits - so why do we?

Lately, I’ve been thinking about how often we wait for some kind of cosmic green light before allowing ourselves to show up fully—as if we need…

Mar 25 •

soft little thuds

the boy behind my eyes wanted a play date

Mar 20 •

when the world goes mad

Lately, I’ve felt overwhelmed by the noise, the headlines, the ache of it all.

Mar 18 •

unbreakable softness

Fully feeling our feelings doesn’t make us fragile

Mar 13 •

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