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
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
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
Pocketful of Venom 
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