Today I didn’t go to work because I just couldn’t go to work today. I couldn’t spend another 12 hours eating other people’s undigested grief while still choking on my own. I do other stuff at work besides unconsciously scarfing second-hand sadness, btw, but mainly that’s the stuff that pushed me to call in to […]Read More Holy Hyperlink Thursday, AKA-Do Nothing Productive and Wear Pajamas All Day, AKA-Yay Day!
I found you today while not looking. In my left hip wad of man disappointment. Great gobs of sad made from the usual things broken. Trust and intimacy and word and really all the same things once dissected. Still love lives here I was told once I breathed into tangles and sorted through what is […]Read More Ode to Pretty White Boy Who Speaks In Latin Tongues and Sports a Latin Name ( and to all who came before him)
Authors note: The random hillbilly dialect is a complete mystery to me ~ or my creepy dead hillbilly stepmother. Inside of me there are two. Okay, actually, inside of me, there are lots, and also there are none. But, for the purposes of this post, let’s say there are two, deal? Always at odds, these […]Read More Reasons to Not Write vs. Reasons to Write
When I was in nursing school and early in my career, I had grand ideas about nursing -what it was, what it should and shouldn’t be, and what a revolutionary and holistic nurse I was becoming! I had big plans to be an NP, a holistic nurse practitioner, of course! I was going to make […]Read More On Healing, Idealism, and Nurse Ratched ~ or ~ On Healing Idealism and Nurse Ratched
I saw my father cry three times. Once when I was sent home from school with a migraine headache so violent it made the room spin and sent me running to the bathroom, my hands covering my mouth in a failed attempt to contain the contents of my stomach. My father picked me up from […]Read More Introduction to The Memoir I’m Not Writing Anymore (At Least Not Like This)
There are some very important things I want to share with you before it’s too late. I know some things about life that you may or may not learn from others or not until you’re older and maybe some of what I share will be helpful to you on your journey through this wacky world. […]Read More For Katie
The left side says so many things and most of them are songs that dance and tears that howl. The left side is caged animal with twisted spine and mouth wide open tongue hanging out sucking breath to ensure the dance continues. The left side is sadness. Lost self seeking flight. We used to be […]Read More Left Side