My friend E is dead. She died yesterday and she was only 34 years old. I can’t even begin to process the fact that she leaves behind a 4-yr-old and a newborn born barely 48 hours before her death, let alone the anger that it might have been completely preventable. I’m still in the denial/sobbing … More Sunshine Snuffed
Today marks five years since the 30 hours it took to say goodbye to my paternal grandmother and 15 years since my maternal grandmother died suddenly on a Sunday morning. The cliché goes “time heals all wounds” but it’s just another trite thing we say when we have no words. Grief is not a bell … More 30 Hours + Five Years + Fifteen
Facebook is airing television commercials in an attempt to woo back a jaded populace. They promise to get back to connecting and not dividing, promise to be more careful with our data. They are standing on our doorsteps with a bouquet of wilting daisies and an I’m sorry, please don’t leave me sulk. I broke … More The Easiest Breakup: Reflections on my Two Year Break-a-versery
Plath said hers had a Meinkampf look, A man in black With love of the rack and the screw, But Daddy, Daddy, I don’t know what to make of you. I read her words at twenty, A dagger trailing red to the core And then put you away – Tried to scar the slice … More Father of Mine
I don’t normally respond when I get nominated for blogger “awards” because it seems like the equivalent of a chain letter passed around more than a bottle of hooch at a hoedown. I can say that because I’ve been to a hoedown or two. There’s usually a pig on a spit or in a smoking … More I Blame Jeff: A Blogging Chain Letter
Tinderbox He is crackling heat behind blue eyes and furrowed brow, a tinderbox waiting to ignite. I want him to gather my hair tress by tress, sweetly lull, and yank to expose crook where shoulder meets neck. I want him to have me pinned to kitchen counter, held by hair wrenched tight and … More Tinderbox (Disclaimer: Verse in the Key of Explicit)
I broke up with Facebook. I thought it would be like when I broke up with smoking, reflexively reaching for my phone, as I used to reach for a phantom pack of Marlboro Lights in the cubby of the driver side door. I thought it would be like the first month after I broke up … More The Easiest Breakup
While I plan for most of my posts to be more on the “see the lighter side” I felt compelled to share this that I wrote to cope with helping my grandmother die. If the whole point of this endeavor is to be honest and explore why I am exactly who I am, its important to … More 30 Hours
Sleeping on the Diagonal 