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Dear Listener...


There was a time I made myself quieter. Not just my voice—but my dreams. My opinions. My humor. I turned myself down just to keep the peace— to be easier to love… or at least less likely to leave.

But you know what happens when you mute your magic? You forget what your full volume ever sounded like.

So tell me, Dear Listener… What part of you did you turn down, just to fit in someone else's frequency?




turn it up
turn it up

Maybe today’s the day, you turn it back up.

 
 
 

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Polo, the Eskie and the author Wanda singing

Some words from Author 

This book would not have been possible

without the influence of many people. To the ones I may have forgotten, I’ll start with you. My life is full of moments that have somehow been forgotten. I know this because I am frequently reminded of things/people over the years, especially in the 90’s that I just don’t remember. But I do know, somewhere on a higher realm, we were meant to skate in and out of each other’s lives. I thank you.

 

To my mom.

 

You are the best mom I could have asked for. Perfect for me! You always love me through it ALL and I love you beyond words. To my dad and ancestors.

 

The Street & Myles families. I feel you. I hear you. Thanks for keeping watch. To my extended family of aunts, uncles, cousins, and cousins and cousins. And my brother and sisters. Whether we talk or not, you’re in my heart. To my deepest, dearest, longest friends Mary and Jennifer, who get me and still love me, as much as anyone can. You inspire me.

 

I love you with ALL my heart.

Dead Air

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