I have to write this here because it’s fucking bursting out of me and I need a way to look it in the eye. I have to do step four now, and I realize it and I’ve avoided it because i’m fucking terrified. I know I’m not supposed to be scared, but the prospect of doing this […]

Each of them posted something on my timeline to get my attention, to say it was ok, to give me that invisible moral support they somehow knew I needed. Fuck, I needed that. Recommend on Facebook Tweet about it Subscribe to the comments on this post Print for later Tell a friend

Every time I log into WP Admin to write a post, which isn’t often lately, I see the button at the bottom of the login screen that says Remember Me.  I chuckle.  I wonder if my website wonders where the hell I’ve been. Certainly not on social media, that’s for sure.  I’ve cut down my […]

Yeah, so, lots of school related posts are coming.  I can feel that shit like my intestines after the holidays. OK, so the first term is scheduled.  English 1011 and a one-week orientation that officially start on Monday of next week, then two classes scheduled to begin in March – another credited ASU-related class and a Geography […]

Ah, 2017, you magical whore.  There was so much to love, so much to hate, so much to view from binary perspectives that are anything but.  This was anything but a sedentary year and that’s a very good thing, but there are sharp edges to this recent past that leave me with more than a healthy respect […]

Ivonne shot me a link yesterday of Neil Gaiman’s thoughts and advice to prospective writers. Say what you want about Neil Gaiman, or, more to the point, about Amanda Palmer, but the dude knows how to write a story.  American Gods is one of the best and that shit is just compounded by the rad-ass […]

First, let’s start with Gratitude. I am extremely grateful for my wife.  The reasons are too numerous to mention, frankly, but the fact is that our heavy lifting has not come without strains and soreness; we work on our own unpacking while we support each other on our shared journey and these things are not easy, especially […]

I was born to beg for you. This, yes.  All of this, yes. Recommend on Facebook Tweet about it Subscribe to the comments on this post Print for later Tell a friend

Yeah, I’m not going to be able to put this one into words. Just, when you come back and read this, remember sitting on the concrete steps, how her legs felt pressed up against yours, how the neighbor introduced himself and Reza fought us, as usual, about going to bed, among the dissolution of the last […]

She’s done enough.  More than enough.  And she’s done it for me and she’s done it for us and this is enough.  I didn’t want this to be a pyrrhic victory; I didn’t want this to be a war at all, but it’s felt like it at times.  Yet, I’m thankful that we’re in a spot that we […]