I wonder if I was ever really a morning person or if I was just trying to spend as much time with the sun as possible... I have always honored the sun. I rise with it when I can, and every day since the beginning of my memories, I have felt the sunset in my stomach. Watching the bright, ...
A Letter To My Suicidal Friend
Dear friend, Suicide is crazy. And I say that with all the rights, privileges, and diagnoses required for use of the word “crazy.” Suicide. Is. crazy. I’ve been crazy. I shut my eyes on that highway. I contemplated those pills. I traipsed the tactile paving near an oncoming train and dared ...
Sunday Sads: A Mirror and a Mic
If there’s anything I’m good at it’s being deeply, intrinsically, thoughtfully sad. Especially on a waning Sunday. If there’s anything I’m bad at, it’s commitment. So, while I’d like to say I’ll do this every Sunday, or almost every Sunday, or even one Sunday a month, I know I probably won’t because ...
Surrender Surrender, the First of September
If summer were a physical place, I'd have to be dragged out of it every August, kicking, screaming and cursing. I fight with the end of summer every year and though Labor Day doesn't technically mark the close of the season, something about the month of September just reeks of the death of all ...