A poem — They will listen to you yell, or cry, or maybe even scream about whatever it is that happened, but then they will take away your phone so that you don’t channel that rage into a digital receipt, you can never return. They will be your biggest cheerleader, and yet, they will remind you that you are also capable…

After Molly Burford — Like the way you always have room for a slice of pizza, even after a Thanksgiving meal. Like the smell of fresh coffee brewing in the morning. Like the way teacups make everything seem more elegant. Talk about how the lyrics to every Beyoncé song are tattooed upon your heart…

A poem — The other night, I cried on the bathroom floor because I was stressed and I was sad, and that was where my body and brain felt like they could sit peacefully. The wise Glennon Doyle says it’s because that’s where God is: in the tiles, and the peace, and the…

Inspired by Joy Sullivan — It will probably cost you your air, too. It will make your heart feel as if it’s far too heavy to hold within your chest and make your feet feel as if they are covered in lead boots. If it costs you your sunshine, it will leave you in the…

A poem — No word for when the morning sunshine takes your breath away, and makes you forget about the dirty kitchen floor and heap of dishes in your sink, When you have had the worst day possible, and the littlest love in your life grabs your face with their tiny hands and tells you that they…

A poem and a push — Someday, you’ll write the show, Someday, you’ll learn the song, Someday, you’ll start running, Someday, you’ll eat better, Someday, you’ll get more sleep, Someday, you’ll drink more water, Someday, you’ll read more, Someday, you’ll travel more, Someday, you’ll tell them what they mean to you, and be relentless in the pursuit of your dreams, too - But someday can slip through…

A poem for rocky waters — When you jump into the water, remember to hold your breath — but don’t forget to let it out when your head breaks the water’s surface; when you see the sun, let your lungs fill with air. Keep your limbs moving, and make sure that there is nothing in your pockets or…

A poem — Watching the cars on Woodward Ave / The audience of a Taylor Swift concert / The parking lot before a show at Jones Beach Amiptheatre / The crowd that waits at the stage door of a Broadway theatre / The stands of the US Open / The bleachers of a…

A poem for mamas and their babes — Sometimes, I think I could stay like this forever, your tiny head nuzzled into the nape of my neck, your little hand pressed flat against my chest. Your body stretches out on me, and suddenly, I see how the chair is too small to hold us both. And yet, your little mouth curls…