The Gift of Six Minutes In Hell
A fuse that led to the fate of the rest of my life was lit and burned for five helpless minutes. In the sixty seconds that followed those five minutes, it reached its target and detonated my heart...
View ArticleHolding It Together
I want to write. I just can’t. Well I can, just not well. It doesn’t feel important or necessary right now and I’m certainly not connected to any kind of creative force because we’re in No-Man’s Land...
View ArticleLazy and Found
I smoked a fair amount of pot in college. Did I say college? I meant high school, then college. Silly me. I stopped smoking pot when I was 23 because I moved away from my hometown to a city where I...
View ArticleRage Against Everything: My Secret Addiction to Anger
The first draft of this essay was written in early October. I stopped writing it because I did not fully understand what I was trying to say. It started as a revelation of one of my most shameful...
View ArticleWe Are All Adam Lanza
In the wake of the tragedy at Sandy Hook Elementary I have witnessed every conceivable reaction. Some want to rage about gun control and security; others want to discuss mental illness. Many want to...
View ArticleI Do Not Want To Be A Lie
As much as I would like to be the kind of person who hears lines of poetry narrating their day-to-day life… I am not. I like poetry, I do. I even write a rhyming poem for my Christmas card every year...
View ArticleHow the Life of Pi Changed My Life
*Spoiler Alert for those who have not yet seen the movie, The Life of Pi. Last Saturday was a tough day. It rained. Hard. I fought. Harder. I cried. Hardest. I replied to a text sent by one of my best...
View ArticlePractice Does Not Make Perfect
The kids’ toys have invaded every room of my house and it’s making me little crazy. Right now, there are three rooms in desperate need of painting, a brigade of dandelions invading my garden, and...
View ArticleIt’s the Petri Dish of Evil
I have been to Boston several times, but the only people I know who live there are (at best) acquaintances. I don’t run for fun or sport and was ignorant to the magnitude and significance of the...
View ArticleWhy It’s So Hard to Talk About Religion: An Apology
If there is one phrase I never learned to say with great ease it is, I’m sorry. Both of my parents were educators. Now retired, they spent the vast majority of their 25-year teaching careers at the...
View ArticleThe Loneliness of Post Divorce
I’m adrift right now, and I know it. It’s been almost three months since I filed for divorce and the loneliness has begun to wrap around me like a wet, dense fog. During the day, I have no shortage of...
View ArticleLearning to Breathe Again: On Being a Divorcee Cliche
I’ve been studying writing and literary fiction at the University of Washington for the last two years. I’ve learned oodles about the craft of writing and story telling and I love it so. It makes my...
View ArticleWhat Happens When You See Humanity Instead of Skin Color: A Very True Story
Over a year ago, on a weekend trip to Vegas, two black women sat across the indoor fire pit from me and my two friends. At the time, my two friends and I were hardly life-long buddies. We’d met just...
View ArticleThe Hero’s Journey: You Will Survive
I open this page a lot. I write some words. I erase them. I try again. I close the page. When I first filed for divorce about a year ago I was still taking night classes at The University of...
View ArticleLessons on Loneliness, Translations and Bedtime Stories
Because of shared custody, full-day Kindergarten, and a busy schedule, my daughter and I usually, truly connect during the week on the nights I get to put her to bed; which is approximately 53% of the...
View ArticleOprah and Scars and Trust Issues
If you know me in person, you know that Oprah is my spirit animal. Since I was a teenager, growing up in a home where nothing was really talked about, Oprah came on television everyday and talked about...
View ArticleWhen Life Gets Out of Control
After some informal inquiries with many of my friends and acquaintances it would seem the consensus is… August suuuucked. In a time which is supposed to be of leisure and good weather – and in the past...
View ArticleRage Against Everything: My Secret Addiction to Anger
The first draft of this essay was written in early October. I stopped writing it because I did not fully understand what I was trying to say. It started as a revelation of one of my most shameful...
View ArticleI Do Not Want To Be A Lie
As much as I would like to be the kind of person who hears lines of poetry narrating their day-to-day life… I am not. I like poetry, I do. I even write a rhyming poem for my Christmas card every year...
View ArticleHow the Life of Pi Changed My Life
*Spoiler Alert for those who have not yet seen the movie, The Life of Pi. Last Saturday was a tough day. It rained. Hard. I fought. Harder. I cried. Hardest. I replied to a text sent by one of my best...
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