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 that nobody said he had to grow up. His body will get bigger and... Continue Reading →
The benefit of waking up at 5:55 on a Saturday is the house is quiet except for Vader snoring loudly next to me. I had time to remember all the things I meant to do - the biggest thing was get donations set up at local food banks. A year or two ago, I saw... Continue Reading →
It always starts and ends the same. Not enough. I am not enough. It is not enough. That was not enough. It was never enough to gain the one thing I wanted, but could never quite attain. Approval, maybe. Acceptance, perhaps? Love, for sure. But, I think maybe the calming hush of everything just being... Continue Reading →
When anyone takes the time to read any of the things I write, it’s thrilling. I’ve finally gotten out of the delusion that I have to “be”, “sell”, or “do” anything outside of writing to be a writer. Similarly, I've learned I don't have to do anything more than be alive to be successfully living.... Continue Reading →
Talking about rape, abortion, adoptions - also the last 20 years of my life. Don't read it if you don't want to read about yucky stuff. Go anywhere else on my blog, there's plenty.
Today I am reminding myself I am enough and there is no more. I'm generally tired of thinking otherwise. I said to a friend today, if I were to say I believe in god, it would be music. It's the only thing that makes any bit of sense to me. I stay away from labels... Continue Reading →
Finally got the damn poem to talk to me. All friggin week I’ve been writing and x’ing and scribbling and cursing. It finally came together thanks to a conversation. The only problem in prison is the I Brick by brick We built a cell Fat was one And crazy Wriggling fingers into the space The... Continue Reading →
Hoover (is this a god) Dam Sometimes it’s so much easier... to see all the things I want to hate. I want to yell at walls and converse with my carpet. The pillow and I are exploring other options.... But in the shower, sometimes I swear - I caught a glimpse of god. In between... Continue Reading →