sometimes,

the things i once

believed

as

truth,

climb

up my throat,

and

crawl from my mouth.

unbidden.

and i have to

strangle

them,

in shame,

before they

find

a home to live.

outside.

—challenging my beliefs.

On raising a boy.

I rub

gentleness

into your skin

every day,

so that the one

who loves you

one day,

does not have

to peel back

the layers,

to find your heart.

—On raising a boy.

A gentle reminder—feed your family, first.

I am a writer, poet and a blogger.

There is no greater joy than having a piece of my writing accepted for print, or hearing that someone was touched by one of my poems.

Writing is a healing process for me, but sometimes it feels as if I spend my day flinging snippets of myself all over social media—Instagram, Twitter, Submittable, my website and Facebook—all in the hopes that some of it will take root somewhere, and grow.

And in that process, where I am feeding the world—feeding myself to the world—my family starve, because they don’t get the best of me. They are the ones who deserve the very best of my time and my presence.

So, my heart today is to remind you, no matter WHO you are, remember to feed the most important people in your life first.

Everything else will then fall perfectly into place.

Much love,

Liezel