On Friendship and Making Space — I’m almost finished saving the scraps of writing I want from Facebook before deleting. My last closet of social media left. Even though I know it’s for the best, I was aghast when I first started clearing out my web presence. “But why?” my heart asks. Simple, I don’t have…

Is It No Longer Enough to Fling Depressing Poetry Into the Void? — I learned many things in Covid-isolation. How to exercise without coughing up a lung. How to (poorly) play guitar. How quickly a vibrator can do the job. How to make stove-top caramel and beef jerky. I also learned one rather unfortunate thing about myself, however. I’m an asshole. Kinda. A…

A snapshot of the writing I did in a random week in 2020 included: Website copy for City Council 12-slide Racial Equity plans for nonprofits 500-word blog post for museum 1200–word grant application for MPH Thrives community gardening Policy Updates for Homeless Coalition Revised Community Policing Agreement 500-word blog post…

Condemning After the Chaos Doesn’t Make a Difference — Well, we’re almost done with the year, and 2021 was almost as trifling as the previous year, small heartwarming moments notwithstanding. …

What good is a life like that? — Yoga is my hobby of the moment now. To clarify, I’ve watched a few yoga videos in the past two weeks. (I’m no master.) It’s mainly to help my back and neck pain and become slightly more flexible. I know people have said yoga helps with anxiety, but that’s a…

She Scrubbed Herself Off The Wall — Tying yourself to a person who stole all your heartstrings in ten seconds flat is a bad idea. Understatement of the year, of course, but true. Truth is not a loaded gun-loud promises of permanent peace. She’s not that messy. Once said, “I can’t stand the sight of blood unless…

Politics. Education. Medicine. Science. Art. Culture. Music. Meaning of Life. None of us (even the lovely Renaissance men and women) are experts on everything, yet in this age, we’ve been conditioned to think we have to have an opinion on everything that crosses our path. …

A Love Letter About The Universe — At the core of dust clouds, stars swirl before they are born. The clouds swing through our universe, and along the way, they find hardship and heat. Picking up mass and gaining speed, the clouds spin and break into two or three pieces before they pair off or split into…

It Takes A Village. — I’m constantly in awe of good parents. Do you know how much work it takes to be a good parent? Anyone with a working uterus can birth a child, and you can foster/adopt with the right criteria. But being a good parent? During a global pandemic? The balls on you…