i wanna get better.

One of the things they don’t necessarily tell you when you get sober is: the jig is up, kid. Meaning: you can’t bullshit yourself anymore. Meaning: you can try all you want to convince yourself you have no idea what’s going on, but the little voice at the bottom of your soul is forever-audible when … More i wanna get better.

from where I sit.

For months now, maybe even a year, writing lacks it’s former fluidity and I’ve struggled to put words down on paper. Sometimes, a thought will form and I’ll grab my phone and punch out a few quick lines or paragraphs about a topic I plan to explore later…but always, the idea sits unformed and abandoned … More from where I sit.

no longer and not yet.

April 2016. When did it get so fucking hot? I thought anxiously, praying to god the sweat beads accumulating on my upper lip weren’t as noticeable as they felt. I was severely under-dressed when compared to the overall fanciness of this shindig and severely overdressed for the suddenly scorching late-spring Michigan weather. My outfit consisted … More no longer and not yet.

suit and jacket.

Probably, I’ll lose a toenail or four and I’ll almost certainly end up shitting in the woods in the rain hating all of my life choices. I’ll cross paths with venomous snakes and stand on the side of a road, thumb in the air, cursing the unfortunate necessity of hitchhiking alone despite promises to myself … More suit and jacket.

five hundred.

Hi baby girl. Come close. I need you to hear me. I need you to open your heart, just a sliver…I need you to let these words in. You don’t have to believe me, precious girl. Not yet. Just listen. And open. There are things I am not, and this is important. I am not … More five hundred.