From the Editor…

For the Modern Mom I don't generally do a behind the scenes on anything I word vomit on this screen...I apologize, shitty marketing strategy: I do not generally do a behind the scenes on any of the shit I shit out on this itchy assed blog (for good measure poop)... but this is one I'd... Continue Reading →

What is love?

If you've been following my writing for any length of time, there has been a pull for me in the realms of spirituality, psychology, and philosophy. To me, they are all synonyms for the study of love, and that is what I would like to write about today. I believe love is a four-letter word... Continue Reading →

Meta(ph)oreplay

The wayward spirit inside With tempting apple nibbled like the neck of a lover Whose love is forbidden Naked knowledge splayed Behind the fig leaf hidden The woman made me do it A blameful, shameful salad tossed The temptress reincarnate As a virgin pure Birthing our salvation While being called a whore We all die... Continue Reading →

As we bury all our heroes like our hopes and play Dressing for a funeral to go to work each day Selling souls for dollars Beauty fades to gray Starving out the artists For gluttonous ego’s way It’s hard to know the master as we star in a twisted play Chasing after a carrot future... Continue Reading →

From Am I? to I Am

“You are an aperture through which the universe is looking at and exploring itself.” ― Alan W. Watts I'm back on a TOOL kick, and it's massaging the brain again.  Listening to Forty Six & 2, I finally had the aha I've been missing, or at least I forgot I knew.  Or maybe I just... Continue Reading →

Wrong Side of Heaven

When I was young, two seeds were planted in my mind.  The first and strongest was, "I can do anything, if I set my mind to it."  The second was, "I am crazy."  My nature is stubborn and combative, so my life was dedicated to proving everyone wrong while making everyone proud of me.  I... Continue Reading →

I Am an Authentic Butt

Admittedly, I had started yoga on a journey to grow my ass.  I am surrounded by friends who have luscious ba-donk-a-donks, and I am "cursed!" with a pancake ass.  One day, I realized, though, that my ass is a muscle.  Were I to work on that muscle, I would grow my butt.  I have photographs... Continue Reading →

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