I Miss You, Matt

Matt, I fucking miss you today.  Right now.  Like I had forgotten and now I can’t bare to forget.  A song you’d dig came on and I can’t stop crying, and my tears don’t tell the story my heart is so desperate to share.  But I’ll try. I want to talk to you.  I want […]

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It Will Pass

I woke up blah.  Rather, I never really felt like I went to bed or slept.  That’s not necessarily new for me, but it’s becoming more frustrating as I age because I feel inept at finding the “right” (aka perfect and scripted) solution for me and my much-needed quality night of sleep and rest.   I

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Native Brain

I hear you disease. Scanning last nights radiance with scrutinizing eyes, laser focused on the underwear line from the underwear I never wear. The “chest fat”. The lack of definition in my traps. The flatness of my hair. I hear you disease. Not wanting to swipe and not wanting to start a conversation. Then wondering

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Self-care and Grief

I haven’t felt like writing, how could I?  Or talking, why would I?  I see grief wears differently on everyone.  Even me.   Some people freeze and can’t move at all.  Some people go into overdrive and can’t stop moving.  Others push, while others pull.   I can say that without diligently practicing spiritual principles

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