Between Bruises & Blooms

A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.

Letters

Some words need a name at the top, even when they may never be sent.

This collection holds letters to the people who shaped my life: my children, the ones I miss, the people I love, and sometimes the woman in the mirror who needed someone to finally tell her the truth.

Open a Letter

To Emerson
To Theodore
To Isabella
To Gabriella
To MaKenna
To Myself

Latest Letters

  • The Things I Never Sent

    Peace begins to look like all the replies she could have sent but chose to leave unsaid.

  • Dear Gabriella

    A letter celebrating Gabriella’s observant little spirit and the quiet wisdom she has carried from the very beginning.

  • Dear Isabella

    A letter to Isabella, whose first cry stitched something back together in a mother who did not realize she was still broken.

  • Dear Theodore

    A letter to Theo, the rainbow boy whose joy arrived without replacing grief and reminded a wounded heart how to hold sunlight again.

  • Dear MaKenna

    A mother writes to the daughter she held for only hours, imagining the girl she might have become and loving her through every unanswered question.

  • Dear Emerson

    A letter to the boy who first made her a mother, carrying years of ordinary memories, fierce love, and all the things no photograph can hold.