A silent strength is what is held within you. From sleepless nights to heart breaking losses. Many rarely see your growth or the beauty you hold while you bring life into the world or anxiously await its arrival…
It begins with the Lake. It always does for me. The story of how I found myself in a small Northern Michigan town on the brink of my thirties, living alone in a tiny house and writing poetry every chance I get, only makes sense if I mention Lake Michigan.
I slowly spun around, setting my gaze back to the horizon, closing my eyes to bottle this moment that made me feel so alive, so conscious, so weightless—like I could lay there and float away from every crushing truth…
When I was in college, I spent a few summers doing research and living at a science station in Northern Michigan. Life was slow and easy – on any given afternoon, you could find a troupe of students heading out into the woods to hunt for morel mushrooms with plans to fry them in brown butter that evening…
