I Messed Up…

Sigh…it’s high time for that first fight, wouldn’t you say? Before you brace yourself for drama, you should know that our “fight” resembled a somber discussion more than a knock-down-drag-out shout fest. Short story: I fucked up. I did something unthinkingly, inadvertently, carelessly, and it was serious enough to him to warrant bringing it up….

Still Kicking

Let me just say that I’ve missed writing — and by extension, my writing community here. I did manage to get some reading done, though, which is noteworthy because I’ve been in a dry spell for the past six months. I’m reading (listening to, actually, because my life is ridiculous) The Brief Wondrous Life of…

Get Comfortable With Uncomfortable

My anger isn’t anger. It’s love, Marinated in disappointment, Wrapped in upset, and Drizzled with exasperation. My sadness isn’t sadness. It’s love, Steeped in anxiety, Blended with fear, and Garnished with hurt. My sad-angry-love isn’t peaceful, A tangled heap of conflict I hold with open palms. Breathe in, breathe out. Get comfortable With uncomfortable.