I got down to 245 pounds the other day. Then I went out to eat three times in two days and was back to 250. Weighed in at 251.4 this morning after cooking out last night and going to a... 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 →
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.
I'm sitting here watching the Minions and eating shitty Pizza Hut with my son. My mom is in the hospital 3 hours away. And I'm thinking about work. Piling up. Stuff not getting finished. America. You are a fucking shit... Continue Reading →
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