Guest Posts · Lil Mama's Love Letters

Invisible Ink: a Guest Post by Christy Anna Beguins

“and Anna begins to fade away.” ~Counting Crows, “Anna Begins“ I think I’m going to stop writing about you. It’s not like you ever read my work anyway. Not like it ever truly mattered to you. Or I ever mattered. Truly. To you. I always wanted you to read. You knew this. And you would… Continue reading Invisible Ink: a Guest Post by Christy Anna Beguins

Guest Posts · Lil Mama's Love Letters

Hey You: A Guest Post by Lizzi Rogers

I smile, so huge; grinning in the low light My eyes soaking up your form Your perfection; so soft, So smooth, so warm So coconut good; a Gorgeous Shrine “Hey, You” Our eyes catch and lock; hearts still stuttering Fingers tracing symphonies on my skin Still amazed by what happened – Letting new truth sink… Continue reading Hey You: A Guest Post by Lizzi Rogers

A Little More Serious

May He Rest In This Piece

I’m thrilled and honored to have written the following guest post for my friend at A Holistic Journey. The prompt was to write about someone who touched your life and changed it in big or small ways. What you’ll read is 500 words about a man who touched my family’s life. What you won’t read… Continue reading May He Rest In This Piece

Guest Posts · Life is a Highway

Rest Stop Ahead

I can’t help but laugh in overwhelming wonder when I reflect upon my life. Never in a million years would it  have ever crossed my mind that I would become an expatriate and commit myself to a life in another country. “Love has a funny way of changing you, empowering you to do things you… Continue reading Rest Stop Ahead

Guest Posts · Life is a Highway

Whiskey Nights

twenty-one fresh and fragile I snuck into my mother’s makeup drawer threw on some name brand mask and clunked across the living room floor in the in-between life was lived in the car seat with the cigarette burns sidewalks under yellow street lamps in the shakes and pours of whiskey nights I met him among… Continue reading Whiskey Nights

Short and Sweet

Wag More Bark Less

Hi! I’m Macy Grey and I run this joint. My poor mama is under the weather. When I heard her  coughing up a lung and moaning last rites, I knew it was time to step in. But, as soon as I volunteered to write her post, my tummy went rumbly and it won’t quit growling. It’s either nerves… Continue reading Wag More Bark Less