Did you ever hear the story about Jim Carrey writing himself a $10m check? It goes something like this, he wrote this check, dated a year later, and he carried it in his wallet. I think it was a week before the check was due, so to speak, he landed The Mask for $10m. Naturally, I heard that story, wrote myself a check, did nothing with it, and it hasn't worked (yet). I think I figured out why this ass couldn't cash her check - yet.
I’m feeling less like a pronoun and more like a possessed noun. Though my name has two syllables, I find the constant is less my consonants and vowels and more apostrophe s’s. ‘S Mom/wife/daughter whatever. These hats that I wear so much I forget how to take them off. I know it’s a bad day... Continue Reading →
The hardest part about depression is realizing you’re depressed. We all use words to deceive ourselves. It’s not depression, I’m not depressed I’m just like … miserable and I don’t know why. I just know it’s my fault. I’m not depressed, I’m just really tired and cranky. I’m not depressed, I just generally don’t want... Continue Reading →
Just thinking out thumbs here: -As social distancing and isolation become a preventative measure, depression and anxiety will follow. -As social creatures, we need human interaction for our mental health. Those predisposed to depression tend to seek out isolation to deal with their mental torment. Isolation helps depression distort the mind. -Depression tells you everyone... Continue Reading →
In the eyes of my criticism In the eyes of my criticism I cannot stand tall There are whispers to remind me I am not enough In the eyes of my criticism Failure is the mark Where I am found lacking And everyone will know They’ll see me the way I do... Continue Reading →
How much time am I spending on my dreams or my nightmares? How many times did I say can't When can was just right there? How many opinions can you opine So much of your business on the state of my mind I know I'm a cunt-ry of states in divide Where falling is... Continue Reading →
Woke up at 4:30. Actually more like 4 but I was meditating and vibing with the universe type deal before I got out of bed. I made coffee, did my thing, came in and wrote in my book for a little bit. The book is called Ayam. An important part of creating something from... Continue Reading →
Have you seen the whole "Shakespeare wrote King Lear while quarantined thing"? It's like an earworm for me. It's not like I'm even wasting my time (on the surface). I'm spending a lot of it with the kids, books I've been meaning to read, journaling I've been meaning to do, introspection I've been avoiding,... Continue Reading →
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 →
The strains, the stagnancy of stress The emphatic escalation of emotion I can’t express It’s like the illusion of ignorance During blissful smiles of self-inflicted duress Cacao is more of a yell than chocolatey goodness Where the cacophony of my mind won’t relent Until I spill words I don’t know like blood on pavement Like... Continue Reading →
Mah Butt Itches 