Over my own two feet. No, not really (read: yes, really) because she is right up my “power alley” as one friend would say, ready for a “conversion special” as another would add to that. Advertisements
I finished a book last night, My Education by Susan Choi, and I’m grateful for it coming across my desk and grateful for having read it thoroughly, from cover to cover, from the first word to the last. Because it has freed me to speak my mind about why I have struggled, internally, to commit to … Continue reading
Sometimes at the end of a long day I look around and I am struck by how suddenly incomprehensible the world seems. It makes no sense — I am rendered senseless — about all the trappings and typicalities of “living”.
I feel like I’ve been gone a long time; away, on a journey, on an adventure, on a trip that takes trains and automobiles and ferries and planes — on a way forward that makes everything in the past not just simply a memory, but irrelevant, lost to the ether, useless and of no bearing … Continue reading
I don’t want to be one of those people that only writes when my life outside is out of balance, out of whack, as if I could write it back into place, tie all loose ends with pretty words, raise the sun and set it with the placement of a comma, a semi-colon, and an … Continue reading
This is the thing she could not do for me: be unafraid. We could talk about the weather.
She gives me sweaty palms. I met her, randomly, at a party
If no one ever hears the stories again, did they really happen?
I feel low. I crouch myself down into the corner of my kitchen, against the dishwasher and the cabinet full of pots and pans, and the hardness of the silver handle presses against my neck, the pain reminds me of the living state that I remain in and–