unpacking

To the women: I love you.  I want to love you with my whole, cracked-open heart.  I want to support you.  I don’t know how. To the men: I love you.  I want to love you with my whole, cracked-open heart.  I want to support you.  I don’t know how. Women, you are bleeding.  Your…

the gifts of grief

If you told me two years ago that having my heart broken would take me home to myself – and help me start to fall in love with myself – I would have laughed.  And by laughed, I mean that crazy, confusing kind of laugh that makes you want to avoid eye contact and back…