I like eating by myself. There, I said it. I like to eat by myself, walk by myself, shop by myself. This is actually a new development. Before now, you would find me at a bar by myself and even then I usually knew the bartender. But never by myself anywhere else except home, when … Continue reading I Like Being By Myself
There is a time of year where, if I am lucky, I will remember the very best moments only, and everything else is a giant red and green blur and then all of a sudden it is January 7th or 8th and my kid is ten inches taller and I am crying about her growing … Continue reading And We’re Off!!!!
The anxiety I am experiencing when I forget to do a dish or follow-up on a reminder is unreal. I am surrounded by tiny slips of paper, a calendar, a chalk board, napkins, and a few pens. I am in the pre-pre-stages of what I picture could turn into one of those conspiracy characters in … Continue reading Post-Addiction Angst
This week I am starting a thing, apparently, releasing PSAs and shouting stuff. I feel like I am actually on a platform this particular go. I probably have many feet to build on before I am at center stage, but it is clear to me that I do not recognize the territory. So it must be … Continue reading Releasing PSAs and Shouting Stuff – A Memoir
I have successfully self-published my first poetry book called Fastening the Flesh: A Spiritual Autopsy. It details the most recent transitional years of my life in my own rhythm and verse, as my heart fell apart and was put back together, both by my own hand and the compassion of others. I plan on making … Continue reading Self-Publishing Poetry, One Tear at a Time
This has been a rough winter. And no, not because Stella stopped by and dumped tiny glaciers all over Brooklyn. And not due to anything in my life (for once). Politically the climate is wonky. Outside the climate is wonky. And us as a people have no clue how to move forward in one cohesive … Continue reading All is Well
It's that time of year. Again. The one where I make grandiose promises to myself that I am going to keep up with my writing and then, instead, I find myself buried under wrapping paper and baked goods humming Danny Elfman's Christmas tunes until I am blue in the face. It is that time of … Continue reading Hallelujah