I said I wasn’t going to write about this, so naturally I am writing about this. I’m working on this piece and would appreciate feedback. Even what medium this is best for. Is this a post, or is this a script? Is this a TikTok? Is it all the things? Is it none of the... Continue Reading →
“I don’t wanna grow up and I don’t wanna die”
Wrote this about 2 years ago - thought it was good to share again. I wanted to share the conversation I had with my 8 year old last night...He was lying in bed and started crying saying he didn’t want to grow up and he didn’t want to die. The first thing I said was... Continue Reading →
Memorial Day, etm.
My daughter’s current definition of love is “My dad cooked my mom cheesesteaks outside in a freaking snowstorm. If you’re not doing that for me, I’m not interested.” As someone who analyzes every word a person speaks like a linguistic sommelier… can I just tell you this is a potent blend of hilarious, incredible, profound,... Continue Reading →
Progress
I am not perfect in the sense that I do everything right But, I am perfect in that I’m just right for them. Happy Mother’s Day. I journaled this to myself today after spending the whole week kicking my own ass. Thought maybe someone else could use the reminder too.
Normally Abnormal: ADHD, Imposter Syndrome, and Trying to be the Best Herd of Cats Herding Herds of Cats
What is up everybody? Anything new, exciting, or interesting? The day is just beginning here. The sun is peeking out over the mountains, shining directly into my eyes, making it an act of blind will to type. My cat is grandiosely showing me his asshole, like I'm supposed to give him a ribbon for world's... Continue Reading →
Thoughts on Trauma
The most difficult part of trauma is that most people don't like to use the word trauma. There is a misunderstanding that trauma is "so bad". If you had a bruise, it's skin trauma. All of us have had a bruise, so all of us have had some kind of skin trauma. To others, skin trauma means something "really bad" like someone shaved off your face and wore it. Not all of us have had our faces removed, but we have all had trauma. And we need to talk about it - because trauma can only be healed by being processed
Catfish
Catfish When you said I love you Did you know That love was two slices of bread In a make-believe sandwich And that sandwich would become a wall The walls of a prison we built With the meats and cheeses, lettuce, tomato All of the fixings of lies Imagination of what it’s supposed to... Continue Reading →
The Giving Tree (A poem and painting with my daughter)
My daughter asked for us to collaborate on a picture and poetry again. She painted these beautiful works of art and I wrote this for her. She asked me to share it with "other kids who might like it too" So, let us know if your kids liked it! (My girl hustles if you... Continue Reading →
Ubuntu
Ubuntu Don’t know what comes next Not sure what I’m to do I feel like I just gotta trust And stop putting so much Fear In the 6 ft between me and you I don’t need you at my side I don’t care if you won’t hug me But I gotta stop and question Who... Continue Reading →