I am wandering with slight aim. I have a goal of going to Dallas, but beyond that, I am uncertain.…
Love & the Road: the Stuff of Nightmares?
I don’t dream with the frequency that I did before the divorce. Now and then I still have deeply symbolic…
Finding place(s). Finding self. Gettin’ around like the tramp that I am.
Everywhere you go, there you are. To that end— Meet Blanche: compact, good lookin’, and gets around. I grew up…
Daily Existential Angst Diary (I’ll let y’all do the acronym)
**TRIGGER WARNING** UNALIVE ATTEMPT DISCUSSED IN BRIEF. In October 2019, I attempted, feebly, to unalive* myself by trying to swim…
The Weight of Fog: Processing and revisiting the last two years.
I’ve always loved Texas winters. Our glimmering summers can be brutal and suffocating in their airlessness. Winter, at least when…
Busyhead: Anxiety as a symptom of grief
My head is full of bees. Thoughts hum constantly and without direction. Grief has been the strangest animal for me.…
The Joy Between Naps: Facing Mortality
When you walk beside someone daily, you don’t always see the subtle changes in their bodies and faces as they…
Can’t you come up with something better than that?
No. No I can’t. I’ve spent the better part of a week trying to, but I can’t. Everything that I…