Today’s typing will be real. Personal. And shitty. I had spinal fusion surgery a month ago today. Each day over the past two weeks, my neuropathy pain has gotten worse in my feet. To the point that I am up... Continue Reading →
It’s been 10 days now since I had my back operated on. I went into this experience without any expectations, and I believe that was the only way to approach it. I remember changing clothes in the hospital, needing help... Continue Reading →
Every day. Especially in the morning and the late, late night, I still talk to her. She never answers. I’m pretty sure she never will. I don’t know if I believe in an afterlife. I like to think I do,... Continue Reading →
Seven hundred and fifty words. It does not sound like a lot. But when you sit down and begin to type, sometimes that number seems so far away. Kind of like a lost lover or a far away place. Something... Continue Reading →
I was told today by someone I spend a lot of time with that my musical tastes are reverting. A dig attempt for sure. But it's still better than staying the same. Rust never sleeps, y'all.
Stumbled upon a blog from years back ... Only in the Way Back Machine now. And it's exactly what the internet should be. Thank you person out there for writing a beautiful paragraph. I could only hope to do something... Continue Reading →
As a kid, I fell two stories out of the magnolia tree beside my house after a spider crawled on my hand. Guy painting the house saw it and ran to my mom. Tree is still there, a little wobbly... Continue Reading →
Since I was 5 years old, this has been my home. There have been years I don't come back. I regret that now. But it has always been a sanctuary. A place I could go and feel safe. Feel loved.... Continue Reading →
The last 40 or so hours are going to be virtually impossible for me to recover from. Personally. Professionally. As a human. Fuck.
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