• Edits

    It is a weird process that I am embarking upon this winter.  I have decided to…

  • The Dangers of Being

    Once in a while I sit and reflect.  Just be.  In the silence, alone, waiting, and…

  • Pills

    This morning I asked the dog, “Wouldn’t my mother be proud of me, swallowing up to…

  • Yesterday

    Yesterday I did a thing that hasn’t been done in years:  I forgot to put my…

  • When The Pain is All That Is

    When I was younger I used to write late at night often.  I was a single…

  • Excellence

    Sometimes it feels like a challenge to hold on to the good qualities I have, and…

  • Some things never change

    I’m sort of a change addict.  I rearrange things all the time.  From the files in…

  • Can’t

    I can’t write this week.  I’ve tried several times.  Two or three paragraphs in, it falls…

  • Don’t Struggle, Just Stab

    There are several ways of being in the world, I suppose.  We all choose in every…

  • Costume

    I remember loving dressing up.  I remember loving Halloween. My parents were strictly religious, for most…