What am I even talking about? Hang with me a minute… I am not sure how your mind and psyche work, but mine, mine tells me things all day long, sometimes even while I sleep and sometimes even wakes me up from sleep to tell me things. Now these things…

I spent the evening at the fair with my daughter. We are fair people. We go every year and we go to almost every concert. She usually ditches me to run off with her peers, which is fine. I am happy to wander the grounds like Templeton the rat, searching…

I saw a post about this on Facebook the other day. It is attributed to Anthony Hopkins. But I do not know if that is factually accurate. It was a much longer piece, but this is what grabbed me and pulled me up short. This commonplace thing that we all…

That is what I woke up with today. Immense, intense gratitude. For what you ask? Fucking things up and writing about them. It is these two things that made yesterday kind of a novel day. I have, recently, fucked up some stuff. And me being willing to write about it…

I posted yesterday, as I have for awhile now, about how disconnected I feel. I am not sharing in my groups, I am feeling lost and alone. I am spiraling. And I am trying to be honest about it. I am trying to show up in the skin I am…

I think I have a PhD in this. I do it so well, almost without my knowledge or permission. I long for connection, real and true, but my internal mechanisms are designed, so it would appear, to keep everyone just out of reach. …

Moving around a lot as a kid was destabilizing. I went to five different elementary schools and three different high schools. Sustaining relationships over time was not easy and also turned out to not be my strong suit. But as an adult person, I have been able to hold together…

“Be grateful for them, they show you where you are not free.” Unknown Fuck someone sent this to me yesterday and it landed like a nail between the eyes. I have been so caught in a whole mess of triggered responses and so unfree. So fucking unfree. So concerned lately…

Fuck I hate that. Really I do. It feels as if all this time that I have been working on myself, that I should be further along. That I should have more shit figured out, most especially in my love life, parenting life and in intimate relationships. And I do…