"That's crazy," I gasped. No really, I did. Just now to myself in my purple orb-lit room, I marveled at the fact that it's been nearly two years since I've written outwardly to the world in this space. These bright white pages used to be my everything! They were my cozy nook throughout the covid …
Goodbye dear Summer and thank you for the Fall
In the beginning of November 2021, I made the decision to quit my retail job of three years. Notice how there's no adjective before "decision." No crazy, to signify how wild of a choice this was, no courageous to demonstrate how fearless I was being, no long-overdue to elaborate on the fact that said decision …
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let’s call it a rough draft
I started writing something a little bit ago and it was terrible. Awful. Really really, and I can't emphasize this enough, really bad. To me. It was really bad, to me. Because, I must contend, I am the only one who actually read any of it. And if I'm being honest, it was maybe less …
My Dad’s Least Favorite Genre of Film is Magic Realism
I can see the breakfast nook from my spot sitting on the neighbors couch, through the paned window, and watch as the light flicks on above the table. Is it the same old chandelier? I wonder. Or did they happen to change that, too? I crane my neck a tiny bit to see if I …
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the observationist
this morning I started to think that sometimes I romanticize life too much. that I somehow "deal with or describe in an idealized" fashion the world around me, too much. particularly my own self and my habits. I ponder that not every moment, every movement even, is worth savoring. that the way I rub my …
this grief feels anything but good, Charlie Brown
the last few weeks have felt like a gargantuan emotional rollercoaster I can't escape. it's as if the over-the-shoulder ride restraints locking me in are jammed, budging just enough to give hope but contain me as a captive. and the operator was clearly never properly trained so God knows why he's in charge of the …
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nothing short of acceptable
I would like to begin with a pardon. A pardon, for myself. You see, I've been on a brief writing hiatus. One that was not intended, and also come to think of it, not all that brief. It's been nearly three months since I've gotten the courage to publish anything on here -- the longest …
surfs up
As I headed off the freeway exit on my way to work this morning, I watched helplessly as a sizable gush of liquid cascaded across my front seat. My water jug, which is admittedly rather large, doesn't always have the tightest sealed lid. But until today, that factor has not proven to be an issue. …
a tough pill to swallow
Sometimes when I open my medicine cabinet I catch a glimpse of a very specific orange pill bottle shoved towards the back of the shelf. It's months old by now, the pills scattered inside probably expired. If pills expire that fast. I'm not sure, I don't possess an inherently large amount of knowledge around pharmaceuticals …
always and forever
I almost slipped and fell in the shower last week because I was dancing too wildly. To "Always and Forever" by Luther Vandross. And to be quite honest, I'm still trying to figure out how it's possible for a person to dance too wildly to "Always and Forever" by Luther Vandross (because, if you've heard …
Blonde Meets World 