Growing Pains

I don certain perspectives with ease. They’re like sunglasses in the sense that they block out certain spectrums of light. Like that one pair of sunglasses that you hate that makes everything look brown. It’s easy to see life as shit-colored. Sometimes I wear my sunglasses at night. That makes it even more difficult. I … More Growing Pains

Wolves

I’ve been absolutely outraged by Ferguson and the events there, and this is what came out tonight. I felt compelled to share it with you. Excuse my stumbling words; please know that I don’t know how to write about this. But I’m trying. I recognize my own privilege and the role that it plays in … More Wolves

Stay Here With Me

There is a spoken word poem by Andrea Gibson that is my love poem to myself. It’s called The Madness Vase/The Nutrionist. I heard it in person last week when she was here for a sold-out show in Colorado Springs. (By the way, talk about an awesome experience – attending a SOLD OUT Spoken Word … More Stay Here With Me

The Patron Saint of Lost Causes (The Day My Sisters Died, Part 3)

If you are just joining in, I invite you to read Part 1 and Part 2, here and here. ——- (St. Jude – The Patron Saint of Desperate Cases and Lost Causes) “If this is salvation, I can show you the trembling. You’ll just have to trust me. I’m scared. I am the patron saint … More The Patron Saint of Lost Causes (The Day My Sisters Died, Part 3)