Dogs, Man.
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.
Journey
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
I Should Write More
I have six unfinished drafts in my “Drafts” section, all with titles but like, one sentence. So it has become clear to me that I should just start writing stuff, see what happens, NOTHING CAN GO WRONG, RIGHT? I mean, I’m sure someone out there wants to read about my cats and my patio filled with mostly dead plants and “marine layer” grunge and the … Continue reading I Should Write More
Menopause is Real I Think
See?? It’s not even a week later and I FEEL SO MUCH BETTER. A combination of things must have happened: Hormones less crazy. I stopped giving so much of a fuck. Or I gave different fucks. Not sure. The sun came out. Either way, I’m singing songs and laughing and sleeping. I realize that some of what I am doing at work is pretty futile … Continue reading Menopause is Real I Think
The Next Right Thing
I have a bunch of drafts started and some of them are funny, and some of them would be poignant AND funny, a double-whammy of Writing Which Other People Might Care to Read. But none of the drafts sum up how I feel today. Those in AA say that around the annual date of your sobriety, you get…emotional. I don’t know if that’s what this … Continue reading The Next Right Thing
The Post in Which I Review A Dance Performance? Ok.
Let’s start this out by saying I am not a columnist anywhere, I am not an expert of ANY world – let alone the world of dance, and my review isn’t going into any fancymag or you know, going to be read by a whole lot of people. I do my writing thang for me, in hopes that someone somewhere (besides me) gets something out … Continue reading The Post in Which I Review A Dance Performance? Ok.
Decidedly Not Dead
I have started this post about 20 times in my mind. The original effort keeps coming off as snarky, shitty even – and worse yet, I managed to once again get real comfy with doing what I do best: Belittle myself and all the trappings that come with that. Make light of my accomplishments. Poo-poo my struggles. Minimize my insecurities and my vulnerability. To which … Continue reading Decidedly Not Dead
So What Will You Do?
As I stood in my bedroom folding towels while listening to thunder in the distance and rain actively – well, raining – I had a deep thought: There will be a time in the future where my consciousness may or may not exist, or know what it feels like to fold towels while it’s raining outside, or what listening to thunder feels like. Yeah, it’s … Continue reading So What Will You Do?
Sometimes All We Have is Music
Oh hey, are you reading this? Then my guess is you, too, are no stranger to disappointment or depression. Are you human? Alright then. We’ve all been there – you got some less-than-good news, you had a bit of a soul-crushing defeat, someone you love has left you in one way or another – your friends see that you’ve put on a fucking smile anyway … Continue reading Sometimes All We Have is Music
“I Don’t Get Along with Women”
Yeah. I used to say this. I used to say it a lot. I used to wear this phrase like a badge of fucking honor. But it never was really all that true. What the phrase should really be is “I am scared of myself. I am scared of my own power. I do not want to look in a mirror and see all the … Continue reading “I Don’t Get Along with Women”
Pocketful of Venom 
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