How to be Your Own Person

Maybe you cleaned up your toys and brushed your teeth,

You put on your jammies, ready for sleep,

And crawled into bed, waiting for mom

To come to your room and sing you a song

To go to sleep.


Her singing is sad and she almost cries

And that scares you, so you too rub your eyes,

Because now it is so that something is wrong

And you wonder how you two will now move along

In your sleep.


But she takes your fingers away from your eye,

She says, “Honey,” and breathes a deep, hopeful sigh,

“Mommy is sad, but you don’t have to be.

You are your own person and that’s the way it should be.”


“Mommy is sad, but that’s just for today,

Tomorrow we’ll wake with a bright, new day.

And how are you feeling? Weren’t you happy before?

Yes! That’s okay. You can be happy more.”


“I believe in you for all that you are,

I don’t want to stop you, it won’t get that far.

You are allowed to think what you do.

It will never upset me, in spite of my mood.”


“So now, close your eyes and drift off to sleep,

Dream your sweet thoughts which are oh so unique.

Know that it’s okay to feel the way you do,

Because no matter what, I will always love you.”

-December 2015

High Noon

And in all of this.

Through all this photo reel.

Through all the words I wrote

and erased and composed and

poured into.

In all the sleepless nights

and starlit drives

and parking lots

and chance and odds,

there lingers a version so different

than the reality that came to be known.

In all of this

it will be looked for and memorized

through all the rising suns

and dipping moons,


for it will always pain me

to miss you in the noon.

My Favorite Song

there is a song i have sung

my entire life.

it is the two bookends

for every experience captured in between,

split in the middle

to meet me in every moment of need:

in every high and low

and every misconception,

making every lovely redirection–


it always comes back to singing

You and me.

Ecclesiastes 3:11