01: A Love Letter to the Betrayers

It seems I’m compelled to write to the men and women that betrayed their Loves, lives, and selves directly.

24: And that’s that

I packed up everything and moved to Pittsburgh last week. I don’t see myself ever going back. I don’t want to be here but none the less I am.

And that’s that…

20: A Letter from the Good Doctor

I acted in ways involving plenty of shitheadery but it pales in comparison to the shit our imaginations make up to keep us locked in fear in an attempt to keep us safe.

Thoughts on Lots Sometimes by Glasvegas

12 months today. I really thought we could have made it to the end lots sometimes.

153.03: The Pattern (Part 3)

The moment I awoke to the reality that © doesn’t care about me, our life, or our future, I am free. I am free to go dancing. I am free to walk into any place and order a beer. Free to ask a friend that loves me, accepts my Ugly, and hasn’t run, to dance with me.

152: Paradoxes

“It can be true that your husband is a kind, good-hearted soul. And also true that he made choices that hurt you deeply.” via Elle Grant, Author

150: The Fall

Over the last 10 months, I’ve had a fall (both literally and symbolically). And now I need to let go of the beautiful sorrow and sadness that has been hanging on. I need to drop the things that have served their purpose…

149: Thoughts on They Cheat Because Their Souls Were Starving (Oh Brother) by SpaghettiSam

SpaghettiSam asks, “What has changed in this person so that the next time a crisis occurs or they aren’t feeling loved and special they don’t opt to go fuck another person?”

Good question.

147: Thoughts on Weeping in Walmart: A Twitter Conversation

Shit can turn on a dime.

142: This is where I am

Do you know where you want to be in 10 years? I do.