They will become entombed within the ancient earth and the wildflowers.
I'm putting life together piece by piece, repurposing what was once mine. I'm no longer the broken, frail girl I used to be.
This passage from my memoir "Cult Child" discusses a near-death experience I had when I was five years old.
Don’t store the detritus in your body. It will mire down your feet.
"I need your assistance," I said to the sky. "I am fatigued."
Needles and overflowing sinks to start the week.
Children bring reminders of so many things.
your own truth can drive you mad
Vennieims: January 8, 2022 Edition
I am nobody. Nobody is perfect. Therefore I am perfect.
Nature tells stories. It is alive with the history and human conversations which passes through it.