"Tell the whole truth. Don't be lazy, don't be afraid."

strange divide
My first cousin died last week. She had breast cancer. It was an aggressive kind. It started with a bug bite that wouldn’t go away, turned infection that turned into enough of a nuisance…
mothers pray
The other morning, I opened the refrigerator to grab the cream for my coffee and with the carton still in my hand, I was seized by worry. Thoughts entered my mind like a vapor…
My truth on water fasting
I am on day two of a water fast. Words I never thought I would write. I have done some juice cleanses in my past which I remember being uncomfortable and irritable for the…

"we are the words; we are the music; we are the thing itself.” — Virginia Woolf

about me

My favorite writing teacher once told me that writers have to give themselves permission to write. Nobody is going to tap you on the shoulder and say, ok Tracy, now its time to sit down and write. In a world that demands we show something for our work, and in the case of writing, that we publish our work, I have been shy, hard-pressed to consider myself a true writer. But now that has changed. Older, wiser, and tired of the same old ways my comparative theories have held me back — I claim myself as belonging to a sector of those who must write to understand themselves. I write to retrieve moments, and to re-live them through the safe and wide lens  of the present. I write to learn about process and craft and how honesty plays into our most cherished communications. Writing is the practice that puts me in my seat and asks me to lean into the life of an entire body. I have written a manuscript, a memoir about a seismic time in my life. From that manuscript I published an excerpted article in Brain, Child Magazine. I have written lifestyle articles for Illumine Magazine but that is not the point. Writing creditability lay not in the publisher’s hands, but in my own. And while I know there are parts of me that dream of that publisher, that agent, hell, that pulitzer —— because hey, it feels good to be recognized, these outcomes pale in comparison to the feeling I get when I sit down and get real with myself on the page. This is a truth I could not live without knowing.