The Mighty is running my story. Thank you to all the beautiful people who have been a source of light in my life. Much love!
In the early days you often felt as though you were drowning. Inky darkness lapped at you from all directions as you struggled toward the distant shore. With one arm you held your young daughter, treading furiously to keep her face above water as you choked and gasped for breath, your own head intermittently plunging … Continue reading Resurfacing
Today is my birthday. I’m 33 years old, which is pleasing in a way that is telling of my propensity for obsessive-compulsive isms. You see, I have a tendency to seek out the comforting relief born of patterns, of repetition and balance – so the smooth, curved lines of two threes, back-to-back, feels inexplicably calming. … Continue reading The Long Way Home
Dearest Nathan, You don’t know me. As far as I can surmise, we’ve never met. I know you don’t know me, but I’ve thought about you every day for the past month. And I’m not unique in that regard – a lot of other perfect strangers have thought about you, too. I'm writing to you … Continue reading For Nathan
Diamonds are forever – except that, they’re not. I read an article the other day about marriage. Till death do us part, and all that jazz. About the dismal state of civil union, ever-increasing divorce rates, how people give up too easily. How when we say I do it should mean for life, no ifsandsorbuts. You’ve … Continue reading Thank You for Letting Me Go
Sometimes I see these things. Visualizations, I guess you'd say – metaphorical representations related to scenarios playing out in my reality. I have them from time to time, when I’m experiencing difficulty or when I feel uncertain what decision to make. Do you know what I'm talking about? They happen in waking life, but also … Continue reading Dreamscapes and Other Musings
Every now and then from the unrelenting cogs that create the daily bread of our pop-culture journalistic cuisine, a story so unsavoury is churned out that it lodges in your throat as you attempt to consume the details during your morning commute. And I'm not talking about which part of Miley Cyrus' physical anatomy is … Continue reading Talk to Your Kids About Monsters