The New Year’s Eve Post, Positivity Version
Apparently sometimes I skip a year. Continue reading The New Year’s Eve Post, Positivity Version
Thanks Mom
Parents are tricky, complicated, and there are millions out there who do not engender those feelings in their offspring, but there are also millions more who do. They leave those unsolved Rubik’s Cube feelings up to us to navigate, in life and in death. Continue reading Thanks Mom
Spring Creek
Sitting under trees, thinking of dead people. Continue reading Spring Creek
Changling
For when is the majesty of this mundane world
so apparent if it is not when leaves,
Chameleons all,
burn so brightly? Continue reading Changling
Isn’t That the Way They Say it Goes
And in the words of Mr. Croce, I wish I could call to tell them I’m fine. I only wish my words could just convince myself. Continue reading Isn’t That the Way They Say it Goes
Here’s Where the Story Ends
I really hate that feeling when a memory comes back and yet you have to pivot your love for that memory immediately to melancholy because you know you’ll never have those times with that person ever again. Continue reading Here’s Where the Story Ends
Doin’ It to Death
I’d like to say I’ll change. But really, why? What’s the harm? Continue reading Doin’ It to Death
Me Time
I had a thought tonight as I was bittersweetly celebrating my newfound lack of responsibilities: Do we ever lose the feeling of disappointing our parents? Continue reading Me Time
We Would Wear Hats
Mother’s Day sneaks under my radar these last few years, and once I realize it is upon me, I am paralyzed with inaction. Is that my particular manifestation of grief? Continue reading We Would Wear Hats
2.4.14
…when you realize a key doesn’t fit a lock – a lock you need to open every day, 3 or 4 or 9 times a day, you quit using the wrong key. Because no matter how much you try, that door is not gonna open. Continue reading 2.4.14
Pocketful of Venom 
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