I finally published my book. Fifteen years in the making. I needed to emotionally distance myself from the content before publishing.

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Book description:

My Secret Innuendo®: In the Tiniest House of Time is a collection of poems and creative expression written during the most raw years of a woman's life—grief, heartbreak, healing—finally given room to breathe after more than a decade has passed. The title itself is a quiet metaphor: words and memories stored within a house in the mind, timeless yet suggestive and evocative. Sad, honest, and unapologetically real, this collection is for anyone who has ever had to write their way through the dark to find the light. She shares them now as they are: art. If you've ever needed permission to feel everything at once—and read or write about it—this book is for you.

Feeling broken? Too much chaos? Too many obligations that stifle who you are? Do you ever wonder how you'll make it through the day? 

There is a stairway. I climbed it last night. In my dream. I knew these stairs led to the train to the top. I got to these stairs by a train moving effortlessly on a waterway. I wanted to call someone to explain how easy it was to travel across water.

I am happy for the miracles that occur in healing sometimes. Surreal, yet not. For instance, it is known in some cancer patients with x months left to live—as deemed by their doctors—that to embrace their illness by leading a life full of bliss for the last months of life is to allow cancers go into remission.

This bridge encapsulates a journey into the unknown somehow. To walk out onto this bridge into the fog along a treacherous cliff along old cobblestone seems precarious to say the least. Yet, it draws me in. If I were faced with this bridge in this moment, I would surely put one step in front of the other and venture out onto it.

It's easy to have a grand plan for everything you do in life, along with trying to plot and control the outcome. Although it's important to advocate for yourself and your own destiny, sometimes it's better to let life just happen.

With Halloween around the corner, I am reminded of masks. I'm not thinking of costumes though, but of the idea underneath.  It is during these masquerade parties that we can play with the idea of hiding our identity and being another side of our psyche.