I don't linger too long or dig my heels into those memories of him. I stop by for a visit most nights but can't stay long. I've created so many playlists for this dead person, but mostly for me. This is how I conjure the catharsis of tears and smeared mascara. And if I'm … Continue reading Dining Alone
I haven’t fought with my mother since I sported flannel and Dr. Martens in the 90’s, and even back then our biggest fight was over me sneaking out of the house when I was 15 to meet my 18-year old boyfriend. It was critical that I watch him skateboard for hours in a K-Mart parking … Continue reading What if all of your coworkers are Trump supporters?
I’m struggling with your mortality. All living things are also dying things…that’s just the result of metabolism at the most cellular level, and the only possible ending to all of our stories. I’ve navigated my way through the death of many loved ones and haven’t gone completely mad…yet. But watching the gray hairs spread across … Continue reading Love Letter to my Dog
The funeral director called wanting to know how they should trim Jason's facial hair. I had spent the evening before compiling over 50 photos of Jason spanning the 31 years he had spent on this planet, and of course his style had changed throughout the years. In some pictures he had a goatee. A few … Continue reading Technical Knockout
This is the view from my toilet. Pretty nice huh? Here's the problem though: I'm only witnessing the world from this side of the window lately. I wasn't even using the restroom when I took this picture...I was just trying to see the sky without walking outside for fear the neighbors would invite me to … Continue reading Life is Shit