There’s no one else I’d rather be with at the end of the world than you. I think it’s fair to say – even though plenty of sci-fi writers were able to nail it, I don’t think we ever thought it would go down like this. And for what it’s worth, I do believe in the power of us. I believe – no matter how … Continue reading Ten
So this is our new normal. At least for now. For the time being. For the foreseeable future. I have never heard all the world so still in a city. I have never been afraid of the night like I am right now, sitting in my own backyard at midnight on a Saturday. Stripped of the comforting sounds of distant freeways, people chatting across the … Continue reading Night Bird
I had my last drink six years ago yesterday. What a weird feeling, weird thing to say. It feels weird. I wonder if that’s how it just…feels. Like the further you get away from feeling like you need that drink, the more foreign even saying “I don’t drink” feels. It’s not like it feels wrong to say, it is just a part of me, a … Continue reading Six
This is a love letter to my sister. She is 9 years older than me. Here is what I know: She loves horror fiction. She loves Dan Fogelberg and Kansas and Pink Floyd. Her laugh is the best, and she laughs a lot. Time and all kinds of miles in between us and there is not a day that goes by that I am not … Continue reading Don’t Wait
I’m on the Pacific side this flight, Looking out to the giant blueness, Reading Freeman’s Dictionary of the Undoing. I think about my wealth of privilege. I think about how I have started this decade by paying an artist to adorn my One Body with her rendition of my protector. I feel good about how this transaction benefits both our lives. About how it might … Continue reading We Need Undoing
There was a band in the early 90’s called Mary’s Danish. None of their albums are available on Spotify – which is probably an okay thing – but that means in order to listen to a few songs that I really like, I have to go get my archaic CD collection out and find a place to play it. Which also, holy shit what even … Continue reading I’m Not There Anymore
Yesterday I wanted to try a pizza place with my husband for dinner. We ventured out into the slightly over-warm San Diego early evening, with the sun setting directly in front of me all the way there. I was already nervous while driving, because I knew this joint was in a neighborhood that was notorious for having little to no parking. It was a short … Continue reading Hubris
I’ve been thinking about my father a lot lately. Which I know is kind of a normal thing to do for most people – to think about their parents, whether they are living or deceased. While it may be normal for most, I’ve never made a lot of space in my heart/brain for thoughts about my dad, minus the times when I absolutely had to … Continue reading Closer Than You Think
Dogs are the best part of us. We love dogs with our whole hearts – we give them the unconditional love and support we as humans wish we had, and wish we could give to other humans. But in my many years of living, I have found that no love is like the love we have for this wide-eyed, cold-nosed, beyond loyal companion. And I … Continue reading Dogs, Man.
I am instantly thrown onto the rough, concrete seawall. It is dark. The waves are crashing over me. I am soaked through, I can’t move, my clothes are heavy and wet. The sea rages. I stop and breathe, and tell myself: Wait. Start at the beginning place. Start at the tree. Your tree. Breathe. Tree is there, I feel it. I am still wet from … Continue reading Journey
Pocketful of Venom 
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