The Strange Light

Happiness in Moments Observations, Week Two Sitting for a moment in the quiet courtyard of the closed Public Library. Watching Lonzo chase squirrels. The streets as still as the harbor. Laying under the covers with my son, searching online for new socks. The same son delivering Oreos, Pepsi, Milk and Goldfish to my bedside table

Thoughts On Our New Reality

How hard is this shit? It’s unchartered territory for all of us – something I never even considered happening in my lifetime. Aside from the political turmoil and lack of response to the pandemic when it was in its infancy stage – we should have seen this coming. We have been infringing upon our planet

Misunderstood

She remembered those words so clearly. You can really turn and thrust that knife he said. You’d be a good lawyer he said. He never did heard me she thought. He didn’t know how to hear me she thought. Then she remembered how he held that knife. How it felt as he turned it, thrusted

The Tangles

I found calm in the forest. I felt my life changing under the trees. I walked to clear my head, to stay present, to observe. Branches intertwined made a roof where tangles never sorted themselves out. So I thought. But the more I walked while looking up at the sky, I saw the openings. I

A Mess in Progress

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The Strange Light

Happiness in Moments Observations: Week One A man in a suit riding his grocery cart to the car. A family playing basketball. A teenage grocery cashier wondering aloud why people need to buy all the toilet paper. A blue sky morning with the calmest of waters. An opinion for everyone. Walks in the woods. Two

Brave Girl

There once was a brave girl. But she never knew herself. She spent her life feeling small. She spent her life hoping she was good enough. She spent her life wondering what she did wrong — why people left. Why didn’t she know how to talk to people? Why did she rage? Why did she

Who’s in Charge of Reality Anyway?

It’s taken me longer to post this time. I’ve passed the pleasantries stage. I realize that may sound ridiculous considering what I’ve shared to this point. But I can’t help but feel like the emotion has come from a guarded place, a narrator’s voice. Words from the thoughts of someone who understands the pain but

The Light to My Heavy

“Boy, you gotta carry that weight, Carry that weight a long time. Boy, you gonna carry that weight Carry that weight a long time” – John Lennon, Paul Macartney The following was edited and still contains grammatical errors everywhere. You’ll still get the gist. I was driving to a hockey game not long ago and

Split Personality Shit

It took me years to decide to write anything down at all – especially with a pencil. I hate holding writing utensils. My hand muscles are weak after so many years off. But, I had a therapist once who told me to set a timer for a 10 minute brain dump every day for a