Real life. You always have to take like 35 pictures to get the shot when there are littles involved. 🤷🏼♀️ I don’t mind fake holidays if they give me a chance to celebrate things that deserve to be celebrated. But let’s be honest, it isn’t like you ever get to not be a mom. Rest…
Expectations
Know your purpose. Trust your purpose. Screw expectations. Even your own. Let them evolve along with you. Timelines are made up and your journey is not going to look like you thought it should.
A look back at March 2020
Surreal was the word everybody seemed to use. Every time I looked at my phone there was another email or text message. No doctor appointments. School is closed until further notice. No libraries or swim lessons. Church is virtual. Until further notice.
The Big Lie
I’m Allie. I am 37. I never had any idea what I was really going to do. But I always knew that it would involve words or music or art. Little girls aren’t allowed to say things like that, though. “What’s your plan B?” “What’s your real job?” Here is a thing I know. There…
striving for honesty with poetry and prisonbreaks
Yesterday I announced that my first book, prisonbreaks, would be released at the end of the month. It is terrifying and exciting and all the things. I don’t know what to expect. I don’t know what I’m doing. This year has been a journey. There has been a lot of beauty and growth in the…
Celebrating
Our country is complicated. Always, and specifically right now. We all have things we want to change. We have things that we ache for and pray for because we know in our bones that they should be different. We feel the brokenness. We live the brokenness. But a country is nothing more than the sum…
When a washed up protester takes to the streets again
Today, I attended my first protest in about 7 years. Most of my 20s were dedicated to politics — a vague term that means I lived in DC and fought against the Powers That Be any way I knew how. I protested. I rallied. I campaigned. I made signs and wore shirts. I wrote a lot about…
Reluctant
She had been in that corner for hours. It was my job to notice who was in my bar, but even if it wasn’t she would have demanded my attention. She was an ordinary kind of pretty, I guess. The sort of pretty that everybody noticed but wasn’t too intimidated by. Enough to stand out…