This time of year has a tendency to present the perfect conditions for me to question everything about my life. It's not a great time for me to be alone, but it's when my instincts tell me to withdraw from having to be present anywhere where I have to put on a mask to hide what's going on inside.
This week has been extra-specially rough on my emotional state for many reasons, one of which is the expiration date of my time in this house. I hadn't cried about it yet until last night. Last night the tears came. Last night I said the words out loud, "I hope I made the right decision,"… Continue reading How far I’ll go
My birthday is coming this week. I'll be 39. Save the date for next year. There will be a celebration. But for this year, it's pretty low key. Back in my 20s I set the standard that I only celebrate the Zeros and the Fives with parties, but the rest of the birthdays pass by… Continue reading Non Sequitur – A Birthday Request
Content warning: Death and death-related topics ahead I've heard my boss say, on more than one occasion, that "nobody gets out of life alive." She doesn't say a lot that's worth repeating, but this is one of her finest and most salient comments. We're all gonna die one day. And yes, many of us hope… Continue reading Can I talk to you about something serious for a sec?
I wonder, had this been a relay and not a reboot, if he'd been around to meet you, how he would have felt about this quirky situation of ours?
We all suffer, in varying degrees and for different reasons - but we all suffer.
"Bear down on it," he ordered. I was naked and collared, on my hands and knees at the foot of the four-poster bed, around the leg of which he'd used a thigh harness to strap a large, purple phallus at the exact height required for my impalement. Just kidding. I'm not telling that story yet.… Continue reading The ol’ switcheroo