Inextricable

Last night I had a dream that you were here and looking at apartments with me. We walked through them, and I was hyper aware of your presence, like a knife point at my back. I worried that you would want to move back in together. I could feel your disapproval and your pain, was […]

Sinner and Saint

Is it possible to try to be the best that one can be and feel like the worst person ever? That’s how I feel right now. My dog Eden is 13 years old. Three years ago, when she was 10, my vet recommended a dental cleaning because she had some tartar buildup and potentially needed […]

Throwing Myself Down a Mountain

Vacation started today. I mean, really it started on Friday afternoon, but I would have had the weekend off anyway, so today is the first real day off work. It’s exciting. I have the whole week off, plus next weekend, PLUS the Monday after that, because it’s a holiday. I left my work computer at […]

Battle Scarr’d

Along the lines of Protect Your Peace, and People Will Tell You Who They Are If You’ll Only Listen, and with a big ol’ dollop of Fuck Around And Find Out, I have had my final fight with my father. He is a miserable man, 86 years old, depressed and angry at the world. My […]

Demand to be Wanted

A little bit of background, Ghost, before I launch into my latest litany: A guy I dated when I first moved here let me go about 4 months into our “relationship”. For the purposes of this post we’ll call him Fred. What I actually mean by ‘let me go’ is that he gave me an […]

Duty Now for the Future

OK, if that title doesn’t open up a whole can of ear worms for you, then do yourself a favor and type that phrase into Spotify right this minute. Up until a few years ago my presence on the planet had been poured into inflexible molds dictated much by the will of others, confining and […]

Sunk

My most recent opposite-sex-connection ended recently. I’m not terribly sad about it, though we’ve been sleeping together once a week for about six months, so I was lightly fond of him. I call him an opposite-sex-connection because it wasn’t a relationship. I mean, it wasn’t a relationship in the way that people often talk about […]

Fuck Pretense

I was a classical violinist for about 20 years. From age 9 to about age 30, I persisted. It was a struggle. An instrument I loved with all my heart when I began taking lessons became my nemesis, the most hated object in my world, by the time I was 18. After I left my […]