An honest word about trauma and living with it. Some of this is a bit graphic but it is also incredibly honest. Occasionally I just need to put hard things into words. I am not looking for sympathy or even empathy…I just need to write it where it isn’t hidden. Out in the open for … More Trauma doesn’t discriminate
I don’t write every day. Or every week. I don’t even write monthly. I struggle with consistency. As a mind with many interests and inspirations I find focus hard. Today I want to sing and read and write and dance and nap. But I never know what I’ll want to do tomorrow. Consistency is hard. … More Inconsistent
Can’t you see how hard I’m working to prevent the truth that burns behind my smile from pouring out between my lips? Do not apologize or take it back. I know you only mean to care. Only know that to my fragile control over the cracks in my armor your three little words are a … More Please don’t ask me if I’m okay…
I take a lot of photographs. All my life, I have been an observer. I love to watch and look and see. I sometimes stare and I often wonder who notices. Like most of those in the current generations I have a iPhone 7 that I love and always have with me. Before that I … More Little Feet
When we are young we are constantly being taught. All around us are various influences trying ceaselessly to make an impact, whether these influences be direct (parental, academic, social) or indirect (environments, entertainment, observation). This learning doesn’t stop when we reach the different stages between childhood and adulthood, but it does change. What will change … More I’m feeling Thirty-Two…
A thin strip of morning sunlight streaming in through the gap in the curtains. A gap caused by a furry four legged feline just trying to catch a glimpse of what’s out there. The soft rumbling issuing from that same furry friend as he drapes contentedly across the back of the couch. The subtle and … More Saturday: Morning Edition
A short story. GREG Claire was quiet. She didn’t talk much in 5th period Chemistry. They were lab partners, but Greg couldn’t quite bring himself to joke with her like his other classmates. He barely spoke to her acutally. She just seemed so unwilling. Almost like she hoped he wouldn’t try to engage. The assignments … More Chemistry
It was too good not to capture. The perfect neon lights all around the night market. Giving diamond highlights to the swirled edges of my rapidly liquefying treat. A tiny frozen moment in a whirl of activity. Textures
Somehow, between the WordPress app and the website…I unintentionally deleted a blog post. It seems a little thing. A water under the bridge moment. The post was live and published for a few days. Perhaps I, in my typical habit, have been overthinking the situation. But it seems significant somehow. The perfect storm of circumstances … More Impermanent
When did gender become such a complicated topic? As children you never questioned your friends about it. You just enjoyed each others company. You didn’t stop and say…hmm his face is kind of soft…is he a real boy? You just went to mall. Practiced with the team. Played tag at the park. Why as adults … More Freedom
the conversationalist 