Summer was born on the hottest day of the year in a field of weeds in the middle of a family reunion. She is like a weed in so many ways. She embodies growth, freedom, and colorful rebellion. She doesn’t wait for permission to belong she just grows into the spaces she wants to be…
It’s that time of year again. I am making the creative commitment to blog with the Cheer Peppers #nanopoblano2025 again as I have for the last several years. This year I am hoping to have three new blog posts each week for the next month. Over the next four weeks, I’ll be blending my passion…
I haven’t been here much because I’ve been dreaming big. And I don’t mean passive dreaming. I mean the kind that keeps you awake at night. The kind where you’re learning, creating, solving, and staying up late chasing something beautiful that doesn’t quite exist yet. Trying to bring dreams to life is hard and passionate…
Where “woke” came from and went to
There are a few things I’ve learned in my 54 years of life. I feel like I should have learned more but I got a few truths I live by. 1- If someone doesn’t love you or like you don’t spend energy trying to change that. The only exception is if there was once love…
I was thinking about friendships and relationships and how I gravitate to those who aren’t afraid to carry light into the deepest darks. Those who aren’t afraid of tears. Who help you back up when you have no strength left. People who help you fight the lies and hunt for truth. I fell in love…
Sometimes the choosing Gets swallowed up whole Nothing left to spit out Not digestible either A big ball of finger nails Of furry rodent tails Of smug little snails And their slimy trails The choices are none Freewill a fantasy I’ll pick the jade pill please A CheerPeppers Post
I have always been aware Of how fleeting moments were My friends will be laughing And I’ll close my eyes And soak it all up, hoping To never forget the sound I’ve laid next to my daughter As she fell asleep and I’d stay Just trying to memorize Her little breath, her littleness I’ll be…
My life is a process Of inhaling and exhaling Of grieving the passing of Rejoicing in the newness of Feeling the wisdom of pain Wearing the comfort of love Hiding from myself While searching high and low Before finding myself Being fearful of what’s to come And being proud of what’s behind My life is…
Since he’s been around The words don’t spill out They live inside me They grow stronger More colorful, joyful A changing vocabulary Positively charged And full of hope, dreams A kaleidoscope landscape Of endless possibility And like waterfalls The words fall Effortlessly, beautifully Onto a canvas Where I paint them
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