Drowning by Mouse

Woke up to a flooded basement (only a little), and a head that feels like it’s in a vice-grip. I have taken half a Benadryl, Alka-Seltzer and Flonase with only marginal relief. Not matter what’s happening or how shitty I feel, my personal summer goal is to swim every single day. And, it only counts if I get my head wet. Duh, everybody knows that. Don’t they? Went to the gym and for a

“ Charting life by the ebb and flow of the tides, sunrise, sunset and the earth’s rotation. ” GEORGIA PINE by Jacqueline Cioffa #earthday2015

“ Charting life by the ebb and flow of the tides, sunrise, sunset and the earth’s rotation. ” -GEORGIA PINE by Jacqueline Cioffa Tomorrow is #earthday2015. I plan on hugging a tree, digging in the dirt, planting perennials, going for a walk in the woods, drinking fresh water from the tap, dreaming of a tiny home with a wall of glass on a beach and a lush, edible green garden. And, to continue

Something Beautiful

Because life is hard enough. Everyone deserves something beautiful. I was never the girl who liked flowers. I discovered I loved digging in the dirt instead, leaving the hidden seed behind. Waiting a full, grueling season, wondering which plant and flower had survived the gray freeze of a long, biting winter. Just like one hundred cycles before, the sun reappears. I wonder if the flowers will thrive long after I’m gone.  I do this for

Embers and Ash

I wrote EMBERS AND ASH some years ago, or so. I don’t remember the precise day, I remember the unhappy circumstance. I needed to come home. I was unwell. Truth, I was out of my fucking mind and the only person I wanted, needed and trusted was the one who birthed me. Her ferocious, constant, capable mother-love was the only thing that was not spinning out of control. The one I