The Battle for Softness

Everyone experiences life in their own way. Everyone responds in their own way. I was born tender and soft-spoken. I was born considerate and loving. I was raised eager to please with a belief in fairness. Life is beautiful but she is neither easy nor fair. She battered me left and right. She demanded that…


I don’t like wearing my wishbone where my backbone should be. It makes no sense. I like sense. I do wish though. Not often. But, I do. The human condition seems inescapable in some ways. I wish for appreciation without possession. For space and closeness. For security without a lock and key. For safety without…

I write from my scars

If you sensor the story, you will never know what it was meant to be Danny Shapiro I write from my scars. I don’t recall ever writing anything sensible from a bleeding wound. One of the gifts of healing is the ability to write about the experience of pain clearly, authentically and coherently. The ability…

Baby, Come Home

My darling babies, Jump from our little nest and fly. Only and always remember one thing. You can come home from anyone, anywhere and anything. You can always come home. Chio (c), 2022

Red Flag

Red flag? What red flag? The one flapping in front of my face? Oh, I see. I see how you could be confused. It’s where you are standing. If you move right to where I am, you’ll see. You’ll see that it’s more cherry than red. In the right light, it’s almost fuschia. I will…

Shall We Dance?

I danced with my demons for so long before learning that I could choose my own dance partner. Chio (c), 2022

Let me touch you

Let me touch you, he said. Of course, I replied. Tickle me between my ears first. Draw a laugh from my belly, and you can touch me anywhere. Chio (c), 2022


If you raise your daughterto be the woman you tried to make your daughter-in-law,would you be proud? Chio (c), 2022


Sometimes the words rattle around loudly in my head. They are in no particular order. Just many. I’m overwhelmed. They want me to write them. How can I, when I can’t follow or keep up sometimes? I’m confused. What do you want me to say? I’m frustrated. If you won’t be clear, be quiet. I…