Monthly Archives: July 2011

missing new friend

i made a few new friends earlier this year, and as i gander at my world’s landscape, these new friends are nowhere to be found. i was talking to one of these missing new friends in my head last night … Continue reading

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ungrown giggling confessions

confession: my cousins are growing up faster than i am, catching up to me, passing me, living different lives than i ever will. their lives often make more sense to me than mine does. when i was much younger, i … Continue reading

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happy-better

i need a new challenge. i heard myself make that assertion at breakfast yesterday, which my cousins and i were eating at 4pm because we had partied til 6am drinking whiskey and dancing on tables and generally misbehaving in ways … Continue reading

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wine and glue

i can do impossible things, like survive tragedies and heal life-threatening illnesses and function without sleep for weeks. it’s the easy stuff that trips me up, like opening a bottle of wine or using a hot glue gun. luckily, i have … Continue reading

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inside-my-life confessions

confession: nightmares. i’m sleeping, but i wake up because of nightmares. confession: i eat chocolate to shift the bad-nightmare-juu to serotonin-laden-feel-good-juice. but since i quit eating sugar weeks ago, two dark chocolate hershey’s kisses are one too many. nightmare headache. chocolate … Continue reading

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what i can’t do (and what i can)

i have to do something difficult tonight. i have to communicate effectively, sensitively, and honestly. the honesty required has nothing to with the “not lying” variety. i’m referring to the purely loving naked honesty that identifies “this is what is true for my heart and this is … Continue reading

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here in wisconsin

i came to wisconsin for the weather. there were other reasons i came, but they were for my own private heart that i didn’t intend to tell, the kind of reasons that i end up writing novel-length fiction to explain, … Continue reading

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