I began exploring through poetry and photography how a once vibrant, creative, opinionated, fiery woman like myself could be reduced to breakfast cereal and oversized black sweaters. That project, Ghost Girl, saved my soul. Here is a piece of it.
I'm honoring this temple I live in by dusting and decluttering every room, getting rid of any regrets and resentments. Just watch me reach the 50s walking like a queen. The one who defeated shame and guilt for her empire.
"Rumor spread that the train crew had put out a fire in the engine and then, without any explanation, the engine detached and chugged back down the hill leaving us stranded."